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FROM  THE  LIBRARY  OF 
REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,  D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED   BY  HIM  TO 

THE   LIBRARY  OF 

PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 


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OCT  19  1936 


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COLLECTION  OF  EYHS 


Compiled  hy  Members  of  the  Protestant 
Ejnscopal  Church :  supplemental  to  the 
Hymns  set  forth  hy  the  General  Conven- 
tion of  said  Church. 


^nliminars  ^I^ition  for  ^ribatc  Ciwulatfoit. 


CIECULAE. 


The  present  edition  (of  a  limited  num- 
ber of  copies)  is  issued  in  advance  of 
the  publication  of  the  proposed  book, 
with  the  twofold  view,  that  it  may  be 
submitted  to  the  critical  judgment  of 
those  who  would  gladly  aid  in  render- 
ing it  more  perfect,  and  that  it  may  be 
sustained,  after  examination,  by  the 
public  testimony  of  such  as  can  heartily 
give  it  their  approbation.  Any  com- 
munication to  these  ends,  if  made  by 
the  first  of  November,  will  be  accepta- 
ble to  the  compilers. 

The  haste  with  which  it  was  neces- 
sary to  carry  the  edition  through  the 
press  must  be  the  apology  for  such 
minor  errors  as  have  escaped  detection, 
and  for  some  miscoUocation  of  Hymns 
under  the  difi'erent  heads.  Hymn  206 
was  inserted  inadvertently — it  being 
already  in  the  Prayer  Book  Collection. 

Nkw  York,  Sept.  1,  1859. 


PREFACE. 


The  use  of  metrical  Psalms  and  Hymns  in 
the  English  tongue  is  as  ancient  as  the  Eng- 
lish Book  of  Common  Prayer.  At  the  pub- 
lication of  the  Ordinal,  in  1552,  one  ancient 
Hymn,  the  Veni  Creator  Spiritus^  in  the 
longer  of  the  two  forms  which  are  now  found 
in  those  offices,  was  incorporated  into  the 
ritual  itself.  To  the  version  of  the  Psalms  by 
Sternhold  and  Hopkins  were  also  appended 
certain  paraphrases  and  other  devout  verses ; 
embracing  the  Lord's  Prayer ;  the  Ten  Com- 
mandments ;  the  Apostles'  and  Athanasian 
Creeds;  the  Te  Deum  ;  the  Hymns  from 
Scripture  included  in  the  Morning  and  Even- 
ing Prayers ;  and,  with  a  few  other  lines,  the 
Humble  Suit,  the  Lament  and  the  Complaint 
of  a  Sinner,  three  several  forms  of  confession. 
These  were  probably  from  the  same  hands 
■with  those  metrical  Psalms,  and  bear  date 
from  the  reign  of  Edward  the  Sixth. 

Without  other  metrical  voice,  however, 
the  public  worship  of  the  Church  remained 
through  a  century  which  shines  with  names 
of  poetic  and  Christian  glory.  While  the 
old  Latin  Hymns  were  sung  in  the  commu- 
nion of  the  Church  of  Rome ;  while  those  of 
the  followers  of  Huss  had  not  died  away  ; 
"while  millions  of  tongues  echoed  and  re- 
echoed the  songs  of  Luther  and  of  his  succes- 


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sors  in  Germany  and  Sweden ;  the  Church  of 
England,  in  this  resembling  rather  the  Cal- 
vinist  communions  of  Scotland,  France,  and 
Switzerland,  held  itself  almost  exclusively 
within  the  limit  of  versified  portions  of  the 
sacred  Scriptures.  Content  with  the  inherit- 
ance of  its  majestic  liturgy,  it  loosened  its 
hold  on  the  sacred  psalmody  of  the  earlier 
Christian  ages,  and  made  no  eflfort  to  enrich 
itself  with  new  offerings  from  Spencer  or 
Quarles,  from  Herbert  or  Donne,  from  Bishop 
Hall  or  Bishop  King.  The  early  Noncon- 
formists, too,  attempted  no  more. 

At  the  revision  of  the  Prayer-book  in  1662, 
another  version  of  the  Veni  Creator  was 
added,  and  placed,  as  now,  first  in  order. 
Small  as  was  the  step,  it  seems  to  have  ori- 
ginated with  a  rising  taste  for  the  union  of 
sacred  words  with  flowing  numbers  in  the 
offices  of  worship.  The  next  step  was  the 
permission,  in  1696,  soon  after  the  next  revi- 
sion or  attempt  at  revision,  to  sing  the 
smoother  Psalms  of  Tate  and  Brady ;  of 
■which  Bishop  Corapton,  of  London,  in  re- 
commending them  to  his  Diocese,  speaks  as 
"a  work  done  with  so  much  judgment  and 
ingenuity,  that  he  is  persuaded  it  may  take  oflf 
that  unhappy  objection  which  has  hitherto 
lain  against  the  singing  Psalms;  and  dis- 
pose that  part  of  divine  service  to  much  more 
devotion."  It  would  seem  that  with  this 
version,  or  about  the  same  time,  must  have 
come  in  some  more  pleasing  paraphrases  of 
the  other  versified  parts  of  Scripture  and  of 
the  Te  Deum,  which  were  appended  to  later 
editions  of  the  Prayer-book;  including  our 
first  hymn  for  Christmas,  the  first  and  third 


for  Easter,  the  first  for  Wliitsuiiday,  and  tlic 
tirst  for  the  Holy  Communion. 

In  the  meantime  the  scattered  effusions  of 
Crashaw,  Quarles,  Herbert,  Milton,  Baxter, 
Bishop  Taylor,  and  at  length  of  Bishop  Ken, 
had  continued  the  impulse  to  the  utterance  of 
devotion  in  sacred  verse,  till  it  found,  in  the  pe- 
culiar fjicility  and  the  pious  fervour  of  AVatts, 
a  most  fittino-  instrument.  His  first  book  of 
Hymns  was  published  in  IVOO,  exhibiting  at 
once  a  wonderful  ripeness  in.  liis  divinp  art. 
Within  three  years  after,  the  few  but  exqui- 
site Hymns  of  Addison  appeared.  Those  of 
Doddridge  and  of  Charles  Wesley  followed  in 
the  next  generation ;  and  still  a  generation 
later,  those  of  Cowper,  Newton,  and  Toplady. 

From  amongst  all  these  a  very  few,  and  not 
always  the  same,  found  their  way,  we  scarcely 
know  how,  between  the  covers  of  the  Prayer- 
book.  Such  were  the  Hymns  of  Addison,  the 
Morning  and  Evening  Hymns  of  Bishop  Ken, 
the  Communion  Hymn  of  Doddridge,  and  the 
Christmas  Hymn  of  Wesley.  They  must 
have  been  already  used  in  parish  churches ; 
and  usage,  not  authority,  gave  them  their 
place  with  the  Psalms.  Although  in  most 
churches  and  on  most  occasions  no  Hymn 
may  have  been  sung,  it  became  established 
that  this  part  of  the  public  services  was  go- 
verned, not  by  the  rule  which  prescribed  the 
liturgy,  but  by  that  which  left  the  sermon 
and  its  appendages  to  the  direction  of  the 
minister.  Many  and  various,  therefore,  liave 
been  the  collections  of  Hymns  which  have 
now  been  published  for  parochial  use  in 
England. 

AVhen  the  American  Prayer-book  w^as  set 


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forth  in  iTSO,  a  selection  of  twenty-seven 
Hymns  received  the  same  authoritative  sanc- 
tion with  the  metrical  version  of  the  Psalms. 
It  is  not  obvious  on  what  grounds  exactly 
these  twenty-seven  were  selected.  Besides 
five  of  those  paraphrases,  which  seem  to  have 
proceeded  from  Tate  or  Patrick,  and  five 
Hymns  of  uncertain  origin,  there  were  five 
of  Addison,  six  of  Watts,  four  of  Doddridge, 
and  two  were  ascribed  to  the  AVesley  family. 

So  small  was  this  supply,  and  from  resources 
so  limited,  that  it  could  not  suffice  after  any 
considerable  impulse  should  have  been  given 
to  the  growth  of  our  communion.  It  did 
suffice,  however,  for  almost  twenty  years ; 
and  then,  the  General  Convention  of  1808,  on 
an  application  from  the  Diocese  of  Maryland, 
determined  to  add  the  definite  number  of 
thirty  more.  That  number  was  accordingly 
made  up ;  ten  from  Watts ;  ten  from  Mrs. 
Steele ;  three  from  Doddridge ;  two  from 
Charles  AYesley ;  with  the  strangely  over- 
looked Morning  and  Evening  Hymns  of 
Bishop  Ken  ;  and  with  one  by  Beddome,  and 
two  of  uncertain  authorship. 

The  acknowledged  want  was  hardly  to  be 
thus  satisfied.  These  fifty-seven  Hymns  were 
not  indisputably  superior  to  all  others ;  Logan, 
Cowper,  Newton,  Toplady,  the  Moravian 
Hymns  had  been  all  passed  by ;  the  mass  of 
Wesleyan  sacred  poetry  had  been  scarcely 
consulted  ;  the  Church  stood  at  disadvantage 
in  comparison  with  the  treasures  which  were 
unlocked  to  others ;  and  every  year,  writers 
who  shrunk  not  from  the  judgment  of  the 
severest  taste,  such  as  Heber,  Montgomery, 
Bowdler,  and  Grant,  increased  the  neglected 


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wealtli.  There  was  a  widespread  desire  to 
use  these  treasures ;  and  it  went  on  and  grew, 
till  the  General  Convention  of  1823,  fifteen 
years  after  the  last  addition,  were  induced  to 
refer  the  whole  subject  to  a  large  Committee. 
That  Committee  made  its  report  to  the  Con- 
vention of  1826  ;  and  the  report  embodied 
the  existing  collection  of  two  hundred  and 
twelve  Hymns,  of  which  only  fifty-five  had 
been  in  use  before ;  two  being  stricken  out, 
undoubtedly  for  doctrinal  reasons. 

Of  the  one  hundred  and  fifty-seven  Hymns 
which  were  thus  added  in  1826,  sixteen  were 
the  composition  of  Watts ;  twelve  of  Mrs. 
Steele ;  eleven  of  Doddridge ;  eleven  of 
Charles  Wesley ;  ten  of  Logan  ;  ten  of  Mont- 
gomery ;  nine  of  Newton ;  five  of  Cowper ; 
three  of  Toplady ;  two  of  Pope  ;  two  of 
Samuel  Wesley  ;  two  of  Ogilvie ;  two  of  Ro- 
binson ;  two  of  Stennett ;  two  of  Beddome ; 
two  of  Mrs.  Barbauld  ;  two  of  Bishop  Heber ; 
two  of  Sir  Robert  Grant ;  twenty -two  of  wri- 
ters, each  of  whom  contributed  but  one  ;  and 
eleven  of  authors  whom  it  is  difficult  to  trace. 
Nineteen  Hymns,  also,  were  furnished  by 
members  of  our  own  church ;  nine  of  them  by 
Bishop  Onderdonk  of  Pennsylvania ;  five  by 
Dr.  Muhlenberg ;  three  by  Bishop  Doane;  one 
by  Mr.  Eastburn,  and  one  by  Mr.  Key. 

This  complete  collection  of  two  hundred 
and  twelve  Hymns  was  declared,  by  a  formal 
vote  of  the  Convention,  to  be  "  no  part  of  the 
Book  of  Common  Prayer;"  but  was  "set 
forth  and  allowed  to  be  sung  in  all  the  con- 
o-rco-ations  of  the  Church."  In  the  limitation 
suggested  by  this  express  permission  the 
Church  has  practically  acquiesced  ;  and  per- 


liaps  it  would  be  unprofitable  to  discuss  or 
decide  whether  the  liberty  which  existed  be- 
fore such  a  permission  has  been  absolutely 
relinquished.  Should  the  want  of  a  more 
copious  treasury  of  sacred  songs  be  seriously 
felt  in  our  public  worship ;  should  there  be 
new  Asaphs,  of  whose  psalmody  we  could  not 
bear  to  be  deprived  ;  or  should  increased  ac- 
quaintance with  the  Hymnals  of  the  early 
Church,  or  of  the  mediaeval  times,  or  of  other 
languages  or  other  communions  in  our  own 
days,  disclose  gems  which  it  would  be  ahnost 
ungrateful  to  the  Giver  of  all  good  gifts  to 
disregard ;  our  ecclesiastical  councils,  repre- 
senting the  doctrine  of  the  Church,  and 
guided  by  wisdom  from  above,  will  know 
liow  to  fulfil  their  holy  trust. 

But  no  deference  foi'  authority  need  restrain 
from  the  compilation  of  more  extensive  selec- 
tions, which  may  provide  material  for  assist- 
ance in  any  such  revision  should  it  be  held 
expedient ;  and  till  then  may  be  welcomed 
in  the  chamber,  the  family,  or  the  circle  of 
Christian  friends.  It  would  be  impossible, 
were  it  desirable,  to  forbid  access  to  the  many 
collections  which  have  proceeded  from  such 
difterent  sources.  Two  hundred  Hymns, 
even  were  they  without  exception  the  best  in 
our  language,  would  not  be  all  which  ought 
to  be  read  and  sung;  while  several  of  the 
most  respectable  collections  contain  more 
than  a  thousand.  Since  1820  several  emi- 
nent writers  of  sacred  poetry  have  arisen  ; 
and  the  productions  of  others  have  sunh 
much  more  deeply  than  before  into  Christian 
hearts.  Many  of  the  old  Greek  and  Latin 
Hymns  have  been   clothed  in   the  garb  of 


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English  verse,  more  or  less  flowing  and  feli- 
citous. By  skilful  hands,  too,  the  storchonsc 
of  the  German  wealth  in  this  department  of 
ecclesiastical  literature  has  been  opened. 
From  each  of  these  sources  familiar  lines  are 
already  amongst  the  endeared  househokl 
words  of  our  communion. 

A  collection,  therefore,  like  that  which  is 
here  offered,  cannot  be  believed  to  be  quite 
unsuitable  or  unacceptable.  It  takes  the  form 
of  a  supplement  to  the  collection  authorized 
by  the  Convention  of  1826  ;  is  arranged 
under  the  same  order  ;  contains  none  of  the 
same  Hymns;  and,  with  that  collection, 
should  comprise  whatever  the  general  wishes 
of  pious  members  of  our  Church  might  con- 
cur in  desiring.  It  adds  forty-three  more 
of  the  Psalms  and  Hymns  of  Watts  to  the 
thirty-two  which  are  already  used.  Forty- 
two  of  the  most  glowing  in  the  volume  arc 
taken  from  Wesley,  in  addition  to  the  small 
number  of  the  previous  fifteen.  The  eighteen 
from  Doddridge,  which  are  now  sung,  receive 
here  an  accession  of  seventeen.  From  New- 
ton we  had  ten,  and  here  have  seventeen 
more ;  from  Cowper  we  had  five,  and  here 
have  ten  besides ;  from  Logan  we  had  ten, 
and  here  have  five  in  addition ;  and  five  are 
also  added  to  the  former  three  from  Toplady ; 
and  six  to  the  twenty-two  from  Mrs.  Steele. 
These,  with  a  few  others  of  Sternhold,  Milton, 
Herbert,  Baxter,  Merrick,  Cotton,  Beddomc, 
Cennick,  Hart,  Gibbons,  Gisborne,  Davies, 
Barbauld,  Hawkesw^orth,  Kennett,  of  each 
but  one  or  two,  are  fruits  gathered,  not 
gleaned,  from  fields  wdiich  had  l^een  traversed 
but   scarcely  reaped  before.     The  religious 


writings  of  Montgomery  were  then  but  par- 
tially published  ;  in  their  complete  form  they 
liave  yielded,  besides  the  ten  Hymns  then 
adopted,  not  less  than  thirty-six  ;  and  in  the 
same  manner  sixteen,  besides  the  previous 
two,  have  been  taken  from  the  series,  then  too 
little  known,  of  Bishop  Heber.  Four  from 
Mil  man,  and  two  more  from  Grant  might 
also  have  escaped  attention  at  that  time 
though  already  public.  Nine  extracted  from 
the  sacred  poetry  of  Keble  ;  nine  from  that 
of  Lyte  ;  five  from  that  of  our  own  Croswcll ; 
three  from  Brydges,  a  glowing  writer  of  the 
Romish  communion  ;  four  from  Kelly ;  three 
from  Bonar ;  two  from  Conder ;  two  from 
Edmeston  ;  two  from  Bishop  Doane ;  three 
from  Baptist  Noel ;  two  from  Bowring ; 
many  bearing  names  less  known  ;  and  almost 
all  of  more  than  fifty  which  are  anonymous, 
could  probably  never  have  come  under  notice 
if  they  even  existed  thirty  years  since.  Five 
simple  Moravian  Hymns  are  drawn  from 
sources  which  certainly  were  not  then  con- 
sulted. Forty  translations  of  Latin  Hymns 
are  almost  all  of  recent  publication.  Sixteen 
from  the  German  are  equally  recent.  Thus 
is  the  present  collection  made  np ;  and  such 
are  its  relations  to  that  which  forms  our  esta- 
blished Book  of  Hymns. 

The  principles  and  grounds  of  selection 
could  be  no  other  than  scriptural  truth, 
devout  feeling,  ecclesiastical  solemnity,  poetic 
beauty,  popular  estimation,  and  adaptation 
to  musical  harmony.  It  is  a  necessity,  of 
course,  that  there  should  be  frequent  curtail- 
ments. In  the  delicate  task  of  change  for 
the   sake   of    emendation,   little    has    been 


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uttciiipted  beyond  a  compliance  with  the 
rules  of  rhyme,  rhythm,  and  grammatical, 
rhetorical,  and  doctrinal  correctness.  The 
original  text  has  been  followed,  wherever  a 
deviation  was  not  more  than  justified.  But 
a  Hymn  for  the  use  of  the  Church  of  Christ 
is  not  a  literary  production,  in  which  the 
reputation  of  the  author  is  to  be  chiefly 
regarded. 

The  w^ork  of  preparing  a  volume  like  this 
must  needs  be  delightful,  but  also  not  a  little 
laborious.  Many  hours  of  solitary  study, 
and  not  a  few  days  of  protracted  conference, 
have  been  given  to  results  which  will  only 
be  apparent,  if  at  all,  in  the  absence  of  cer- 
tain faults  and  blemishes.  The  greatness  of 
the]  end,  if  it  could  indeed  be  reached,  w^as 
almost  beyond  exaggeration  ;  to  furnish  har- 
monious words  to  the  devotion  of  hearts 
united  ^in  the  communion  of  the  saints.  For 
this  it  was  necessary  that  personal  prefer- 
ences should  be  yielded ;  that  earthly  divi- 
sions should  be  forgotten;  and  that  those 
strains  should  command  the  ear  and  heart, 
wdiich  in  every  part  of  our  land,  in  every 
congregation  of  our  Church,  in  every  order 
of  minds  to  which  the  faith  once  delivered 
to  the  saints  is  dear,  might  be  the  chosen 
utterance  of  humble  and  intelligent  piet}^ 

It  cannot  be  too  much  to  hope  and  believe, 
that  a  collection  so  large  as  this,  and  made 
on  these  principles  must,  together  with  the 
Prayer-book  collection,  embrace  almost  all 
the  choicest  metrical  Hymns  in  our  language. 
Some  may  have  been  included,  which  the 
judgment  of  other  compilers  w^ould  have  re- 
jected ;  but  it  is  scarcely  possible  that  many 


should  be  absent  "which  would  have  been 
secure  of  general  approval. 

The  persons  who  have  undertaken  the 
labour  involved  in  the  preparation  of  this 
book,  and  who  must  be  responsible  for  the 
execution,  are  the  Right  Rev.  Bishop  Bur- 
gess, of  Maine ;  the  Rev.  Dr.  Muhlenberg,  of 
New  York;  the  Rev.  Dr.  Howe,  of  Penn- 
sylvania ;  the  Rev.  Dr.  Coxe,  of  Maryland ; 
and  Professor  Wharton,  of  Kenyon  College. 
They  have  been  materially  aided  by  the 
counsel  and  help  of  the  Right  Rev.  Bishops 
Potter  and  Bowman,  of  Pennsylvania,  the 
Rev.  Dr.  Andrews,  of  Virginia,  and  the 
Rev.  John  F.  Young,  of  New  York. 

The  book  is  now  commended  to  the  bless- 
ing of  God,  the  Father,  the  Son,  and  the 
Holy  Ghost  ;  whose  praises  it  would  utter 
in  every  line. 

August,  1859. 


ffiftr  molvt  ^tviptuvt^. 


HYMN  1.  L.  M. 

THE  heavens  declare  Thy  glory,  Lord, 
In  every  star  Thy  wisdom  shines; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  Thy  word, 
AVe  read  Thy  Name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light. 

And  nights  and  days  Thy  power  confess ; 
But  the  blest  volume  Thou  hast  writ. 
Reveals  Thy  justice  and  Thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  convey  Thy  praise 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand  ; 
So  when  Thy  truth  began  its  race. 
It  touch'd  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view 

In  souls  renewed,  and  sins  forgiven ; 
Lord,  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew. 
And  make  Thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 
1 


HYMN  2.  L.  M. 

THE  starry  firmament  on  high, 
And  all  the  glories  of  the  sky, 
Yet  shine  not  to  Thy  praise,  0  Lord, 
So  brightly  as  Thy  written  word. 

2  The  hopes  that  holy  word  supplies, 
Its  truths  divine  and  precepts  wise, 
In  each  a  heavenly  beam  I  see, 
And  every  beam  conducts  to  Thee. 

3  Almighty  Lord !  the  sun  shall  fail, 
The  moon  forget  her  nightly  tale. 
And  deepest  silence  hush  on  high 
The  radiant  chorus  of  the  sky  : 

4  But  fixed  for  everlasting  years. 
Unmoved  amid  the  wreck  of  spheres, 
Thy  word  shall  shine  in  cloudless  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  have  pass'd  away. 


HYMN  3.  H.  4. 

ISRAEL,  in  ancient  days, 
Not  only  had  a  view 
Of  Sinai  in  a  blaze. 

But  learned  the  Gospel  too : 
The  types  and  figures  were  a  glass 
In  which  they  saw  the  Saviour  pass. 

The  paschal  sacrifice, 

And  blood-besprinkled  door, 

Seen  with  enlighten'd  eyes. 
And  once  set  forth  with  power, 

Would  teach  the  need  of  other  blood. 

To  make  the  sinner's  peace  with  God. 


3  The  scapegoat  on  "his  head 

The  people's  trespass  bore, 
And,  to  the  desert  led, 

Was  to  be  seen  no  more  ; 
In  him  our  Surety  seem'd  to  say, 
"  Behold  !   I  bear  your  sins  away." 

4  Dipt  in  his  fellow's  blood, 

The  living  bird  went  free ; 
The  type  well  understood, 

Expressed  the  sinner's  plea, 
Described  a  guilty  soul  enlarged. 
And  by  a  Saviour's  death  discharged. 

5  Jesus,  I  love  to  trace. 

Throughout  the  sacred  page, 
The  footsteps  of  Thy  grace. 

The  same  from  age  to  age ! 
O  grant  that  I  may  faithful  be 
To  clearer  light  vouchsafed  to  me  ! 

HYMN  4.  C.  M. 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire 
Let  us  Thine  influence  prove ; 
Source  of  the  old  prophetic  fire  ; 
Fountain  of  life  and  love. 

2  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for  moved  by  Thee 

The  prophets  wrote  and  spoke  : 
Unlock  the  truth,  Thyself  the  key  ; 
Unseal  the  sacred  book. 

3  Expand  Thy  wings,  celestial  Dove, 

Brood  o'er  our  nature's  night ; 
On  our  disorder'd  spirits  move. 
And  let  there  now  be  light. 


God,  through  himself,  we  then  shall  know 

If  Thou  within  us  shine  ; 
And  sound,  with  all  Thy  saints  below, 

The  depths  of  love  divine. 


HYMN  5.  C.  M. 

OGOD,  by  whom  the  seed  is  given, 
By  whom  the  harvest  blest ; 
Whose  word,  like  manna  showered  from 
Heaven, 
Is  planted  in  our  breast ; 

2  Preserve  it  from  the  passing  feet, 

And  plunderers  of  the  air. 
The  sultry  sun's  intenser  heat, 
And  weeds  of  worldly  care. 

3  Though  buried  deep,  or  thinly  strewn, 

Do  Thou  Thy  grace  supply ; 
The  hope  in  early  furrows  sown 
Shall  ripen  in  the  sky. 


©rratioii. 

HYMN  6.  HI.  1. 

HERALDS  of  creation !  cry,— 
Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  most  high ! 
Heaven  and  earth  !  obey  the  call. 
Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  of  all. 

2  For  He  spake,  and  forth  from  night 
Sprang  the  universe  to  light : 


He  commanded, — Nature  heard, 
And  stood  fast  upon  His  word. 

3  Praise  Him,  all  ye  hosts  above, 
Spirits  perfected  in  love ; 

Sun  and  moon  !  your  voices  raise. 
Sing,  ye  stars !  your  Maker's  praise. 

4  Earth  !  from  all  thy  depths  below. 
Ocean's  hallelujahs  flow, 
Lightning,  vapour,  wind,  and  storm. 
Hail  and  snow  !  His  will  perform. 

5  Vales  and  mountains  !  burst  in  song  ; 
Rivers  !  roll  his  praise  along ; 

Clap  your  hands,  ye  trees !  and  hail 
God,  who  comes  in  every  gale. 

6  Birds !  on  wings  of  rapture  soar. 
Warble  at  His  Temple  door, 
Joyful  sounds  from  herds  and  flocks, 
Echo  back,  ye  caves  and  rocks  ! 

7  Kings  !  your  Sovereign  serve  with  awe  ; 
Judges  !  own  His  righteous  law  ; 
Princes  !  worship  Him  with  fear ; 
Bow  the  knee,  all  people !  here. 

8  Let  His  truth  by  babes  be  told, 
And  His  wonders  by  the  old  ; 
Youths  and  maidens  !  in  your  prime, 
Learn  the  lays  of  heaven  betime. 

9  High  above  all  height  His  throne, 
Excellent  His  name  alone ; 

Him  let  all  His  works  confess, 
Him  let  every  being  bless. 
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HYMN  Y.  III.  1. 

LET  us  with  a  gladsome  mind 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  is  kind, 
For  His  mercies  shall  endure. 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 
Let  us  sound  His  name  abroad, 
For  of  gods  He  is  the  God, 
J^lio  t;^LJsisdom_did_create--^ 
Heaven's  expanse  and  all  its  state  ; 

Solid  earth  He  did  ordain 
How  to  rise  above  the  main  ; 
And,  by  His  commanding  might. 
Filled  the  new-made  earth  with  light ; 
Caused  the  golden-tressed  sun 
All  the  day  his  course  to  run  ; 
And  the  moon  to  shine  by  night, 
'Mid  her  spangled  sisters  bright. 

All  His  creatures  God  doth  feed, 
His  full  hand  supplies  their  need  ; 
Let  us  therefore  warble  forth 
His  high  majesty  and  worth. 
He  His  mansion  hath  on  high, 
Past  the  reach  of  mortal  eye  ; 
And  His  mercies  shall  endure. 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 


HYMN  8.  C.  M. 

ONE  Name  above  all  glorious  names. 
With  its  ten  thousand  tongues 
The  everlasting  sea  proclaims, 
Echoing  angelic  songs. 


2  The  raging  fire,  the  roaring  wind, 

His  boundless  power  display  : 
But  in  the  gentler  breeze  we  find 
The  Spirit's  viewless  way. 

3  Two  worlds  are  ours  :  'tis  only  sin 

Forbids  us  to  descry 
The  mystic  heaven  and  earth  within, 
Plain  as  the  sea  and  sky. 

4  Thou,  who  hast  given  me  eyes  to  see, 

And  love  this  sight  so  fair, 
Give  me  a  heart  to  find  out  Thee, 
And  read  Thee  everywhere. 


HYMN  9.  C.  M. 

I  SING  the  almighty  power  of  God, 
That  made  the  mountains  rise  ; 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordain'd 

The  sun  to  rule  the  day  : 
The  moon  shines  full  at  His  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

That  filled  the  earth  with  food  ; 
He  formed  the  creatures  with  His  word, 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 

4  Lord,  how  Thy  wonders  are  display'd, 

Where'er  I  turn  mine  eyes, 
Though  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread, 
Or  gaze  upon  the  skies  ! 


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5  There's  not  a  plant  or  flower  below, 

But  makes  Thy  glories  known  ; 
And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow, 
By  order  from  Thy  throne. 

6  Creatures,  as  numerous  as  they  be. 

Are  subject  to  Thy  care  ; 
There's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee, 
But  God  is  present  there. 

7  In  heaven  are  seen  His  beams  of  love. 

His  wrath  in  hell  beneath  ; 
'Tis  on  His  earth  I  stand  or  move. 
And  'tis  His  air  I  breathe. 

8  His  hand  is  my  perpetual  guard. 

He  keeps  me  with  His  eye  : 
Why  should  I  then  forget  the  Lord, 
Who  is  for  ever  nigh  ? 


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HYMN  10.  C.  M. 

N  Thee  I  live,  and  move,  and  am  ; 


Thou  numberest  all  my  days  : 
As  Thou  renew'st  my  being,  Lord, 
Let  me  renew  Thy  praise. 

2  From  Thee  I  am,  through  Thee  I  am. 
And  for  Thee  I  must  be. 
'Twere  better  for  me  not  to  live. 
Than  not  to  live  to  Thee. 


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3  Naked  I  came  into  this  world, 

And  nothing  Avith  me  brought, 
And  nothing  have  I  here  deserved, 
Yet  have  I  wanted  nought. 

4  I  do  not  bless  my  labouring  hand. 

My  labouring  head,  or  chance  ; 
Thy  Providence,  most  gracious  God, 
Is  my  inheritance. 

5  The  daily  favours  of  Thy  love 

I  cannot  sing  at  large  ; 
Yet  humbly  may  I  make  this  boast, 
I  am  the  Almighty's  charge. 

6  Lord,  in  the  day  Thou  art  about 

The  paths  wherein  I  tread, 
And  in  the  night,  when  I  lie  down, 
Thou  art  about  my  bed. 

7  O  let  my  house  a  temple  be. 

That  I  and  mine  may  sing 

Hosannas  to  our  loving  God, 

Our  Father,  and  our  King. 


HYMN  11.  11.  5. 

CHILDREN  of  God  lack  nothing, 
His  promise  bears  them  through ; 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing. 
Will  clothe  His  people  too  : 
Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 

No  creature  but  is  fed  ; 
And  He  who  feeds  the  ravens. 
Will  give  His  children  bread. 


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Thongli  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither 

Their  wonted  fruit  should  bear  ; 
Though  all  the  field  should  wither, 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there  : 
Yet  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice, 
For  while  in  Him  confiding, 

I  cannot  but  rejoice. 


Jirtreinptton. 

HYMN  12.  II.  4. 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow  : 
The  gladly-solemn  sound ! 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound. 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Hath  full  atonement  made  : 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  by  his  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


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4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell. 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  corae ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

5  Ye  who  have  sold  for  naught 

Your  heritage  above. 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

6  The  gospel  trumpet  hear^ 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace  ; 
And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 
Before  your  Saviour's  face: 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  tome. 


HYMN  13.  C.  M. 

PLUNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
We  wretched  sinners  lay. 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
One  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  peace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and,  oh  !  amazing  love, 
He  flew  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 

With  joyful  haste  He  sped ; 

Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 

And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 


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4  Oh,  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak! 

5  Angels  assist  our  mighty  joys. 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold ; 
Yet,  though  ye  raise  your  highest  notes. 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

HYMN  14.  H.  4. 

JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 
Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power, 
That  ever  mortals  knew. 
Or  angels  ever  bore ; 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  His  worth, 
Too  mean  to  set  the  Saviour  forth. 

2  Great  Prophet  of  our  God, 

Our  tongues  shall  bless  Thy  name ; 
By  Thee  the  joyful  news 

Of  our  salvation  came. 
The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven. 
Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  heaven. 

3  Jesus,  our  Great  High  Priest, 

Offer'd  his  blood  and  died ; 
Our  guilty  conscience  seeks 

No  sacrifice  beside : 
Thy  powerful  blood  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

4  O  thou  Almighty  Lord, 

Our  Conqueror  and  our  King, 
Thy  sceptre  and  Thy  sword, 

Thy  reigning  grace  we  sing  : 
Thine  is  the  power ;  behold  we  sit 
In  willing  bonds  beneath  Thy  feet. 


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HYMN  15.  S.  M. 

"VrO  blood  of  bird  or  beast, 
1\    On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  rest, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name. 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  Thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin, 

4  My  soul  looks  back,  to  see 

The  burden  Thou  didst  bear 
When  hanging  on  the  accursed  tree, 
And  reads  her  pardon  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice. 
And  sing  His  bleeding  love. 


HYMN  16.  C.  M. 

THERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins ; 
And  sinners  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 
2 


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2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  may  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear,  dying  Lamb,  Thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply. 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  Thy  power  to  save ; 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 


HYMN  17.  C.  M. 

OFOR  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing 
My  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  His  grace. 

2  My  gracious  Master,  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
And  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad. 
The  honours  of  Thy  Name. 

3  Jesus  !  the  Name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 


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4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin, 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean ; 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 

5  He  speaks — and,  list'ning  to  his  voice, 

New  life  the  dead  receive  ; 
The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice; 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

6  Hear  him,  ye  deaf;  his  praise,  ye  dumb. 

Your  loosen'd  tongues  employ ; 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come ; 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. 


HYMN  18.  P.  M. 

THE  voice  of  free  grace 
Cries,  escape  to  the  mountain, 
For  Adam's  lost  race 

Christ  hath  opened  a  fountain. 
For  sin  and  uncleanness 

And  every  transgression. 
His  blood  flows  most  freely 
In  streams  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb 

Who  hath  bought  us  our  pardon. 
We'll  praise  Him  again 

When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded. 
To  Jesus  repair ; 
He  calls  you  in  mercy, 
And  can  you  forbear  ? 


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Though  your  sins  be  as  scarlet 
Still  flee  to  the  monntain, 

That  blood  can  remove  them 

Which  streams  from  this  fountain. 
Hallelujah,  etc. 

O  Jesus !  ride  onward, 

Triumphantly  glorious ; 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell. 

Thou  'rt  more  than  victorious ; 
Thy  name  is  the  theme 

Of  the  great  congregation, 
While  angels  and  saints 

Raise  the  shout  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah,  etc. 

With  joy  shall  we  stand 

When  escaped  to  that  shore ; 
With  our  harps  in  our  hand 

We  will  praise  Him  the  more ; 
We'll  range  the  sweet  fields 

On  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  sing  of  salvation 

Forever  and  ever. 
Hallelujah,  etc. 


HYMN  19  HI.  3. 

MIGHTY  God!  while  angels  bless  Thee, 
May  a  mortal  lisp  thy  name  ? 
Lord  of  men,  as  well  as  angels  ! 

Thou  art  eveiy  creature's  theme  : 
Lord  of  every  land  and  nation. 

Ancient  of  eternal  days  ! 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation, 
Be  Thy  just  and  awful  praise. 


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2  For  tlie  grandeur  of  Thy  nature, 

Grand  beyond  a  seraph's  thought; 
For  the  wonders  of  creation, 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought; 
For  Thy  providence  that  governs 

Through  Thine  empire's  wide  domain, 
Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow ; 

Blessed  be  Thy  gentle  reign. 

3  But  Thy  rich,  Thy  free  redemption, 

Bright,  through  darkness  all  along. 
Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression ; 

Who  can  sing  that  wondrous  song  ? 
Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory  ! 

Shall  Thy  praise  unuttered  lie  ? 
Break,  my  tongue  !  such  guilty  silence, 

Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die ; 

4  From  the. highest  throne  of  glory 

To  the  cross  of  deepest  woe. 
All  to  ransom  guilty  captives ! 

Flow  my  praise,  forever  flow ! 
Come,  and  oh,  to  leave  it  never. 

Come,  Lord  Jesus,  take  Thy  throne ; 
Quickly  come,  and  reign  forever ; 

Be  the  kingdom  all  Thine  own  ! 


HYMN  20.  IIL  3. 

GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God  : 
He,  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 
Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode ; 
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On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded 
What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose? 

"With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 
Thou  may'st  smile  on  all  thy  foes. 

2  See  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters. 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove ; 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Doth  the  spirit's  thirst  assuage  ? 
Grace,  which  like  the  Lord,  the  Giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering. 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear. 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near. 
Bless'd  inhabitants  of  Zion,     . 

Washed  in  the  Redeemer's  blood  ! 
Jesus,  whom  their  souls  rely  on. 

Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God. 

4  Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city 

I  through  grace  a  member  am, 
Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 

I  will  glory  in  thy  Name : 
Fading  is  the  w^orldling's  pleasure. 

All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show; 
Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure, 

None  but  Zion's  children  know. 


HYMN  21.  C.  M. 

ANGELS,  where'er  we  go,  attend 
Our  steps,  whate'er  betide  ; 
With  watchful  care  their  charge  defend, 
And  evil  turn  aside. 


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2  Myriads  of  bright  cherubic  bands, 

Sent  by  the  King  of  kings, 
Rejoice  to  bear  us  in  their  hands, 
And  shade  us  with  their  wings. 

3  Jehovah's  charioteers  surround  ; 

The  ministerial  choir 
Encamp,  where'er  His  heirs  are  found, 
And  form  our  wall  of  fire. 


Ten  thousand  offices  unseen  v.,^ 

For  us  they  gladly  do,  'A 

Deliver  in  the  furnace  keen,  ^ 

And  safe  escort  us  through.  % 

And  thronging  round,  with  steadfast  love,        >^^ 

They  guard  the  dying  breast. 
The  lurkino^  fiend  far  off  remove. 

And  soothe  our  souls  to  rest. 


6  And  when  our  spirits  we  resign. 
On  outstretched  wings  they  bear, 
And  lodge  us  in  the  arms  Divine, 
And  leave  us  ever  there. 


HYMN  22.  H.  4. 


ONE  sole  baptismal  sign. 
One  Lord,  below,  above, 
Zion,  one  faith  is  thine, 

The  only  watchword — Love  ; 
From  many  temples  though  it  rise. 
One  song  ascending  to  the  skies. 


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Head  of  the  church  beneath, 

The  catholic,  the  true, 
On  all  her  members  breathe, 

Her  broken  frame  renew  ! 
Then  shall  Thy  perfect  will  be  done, 
When  Christians  love  and  live  as  one. 


HYMN  23.  C.  M. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 
That  have  obtained  the  prize, 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love. 
To  joys  celestial  rise. 

2  Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing 

With  those  to  glory  gone  : 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 
In  heaven  and  earth  are  one. 

3  One  family,  we  dwell  in  Him, 

One  church  above,  beneath. 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
\j  The  narrow  stream  of  death  : 

y       4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 
K'  To  His  command  we  bow  ; 

Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

5  Some  to  their  everlasting  home 
This  very  moment  fly  ; 

And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  expect  to  die. 

6  Oh,  then,  may  we  behold  our  Guide  ! 
And  when  the  word  is  given. 

Come,  Lord  of  Hosts,  the  waves  divide, 
And  land  us  all  in  heaven. 


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HYMN  24.  P.  M. 

EAD  of  the  hosts  in  glory  ! 


We  joyfully  adore  Thee, 

Thy  church  below, 
Blending  with  those  on  high — 
Where  through  the  azure  sky 
Thy  saints  in  ecstasy 

Forever  glow ! 

2  Angels !  archangels !  glorious 
Guards  of  the  church  victorious ! 

Worship  the  Lamb ! 
Crown  Him  with  crowns  of  light, 
One  of  the  Three  by  right — 
Love,  Majesty,  and  Might — 

The  great  I  AM ! 

3  Martyrs !  whose  mystic  legions 
March  o'er  yon  heavenly  regions 

In  triumph  round : 
Wave  high  your  banners,  wave ! 
Your  God,  our  Saviour,  clave 
For  Death  itself  a  grave, — 
In  hell  profound ! 

4  Saints !  in  fair  circles,  casting 
Rich  trophies  everlasting 

At  Jesus'  feet. 
Amidst  our  rude  alarms, 
We  stretch  forth  suppliant  arms, 
That  we,  too,  safe  from  harms, 

In  heaven  may  meet ! 

6  Then  raise  the  song  of  gladness, 
To  dissipate  our  sadness, 
And  dry  our  tears; 


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We  wind  our  weary  way 
Up  to  the  realms  of  clay, 
And  watch  and  wait  and  pray, 
Through  hopes  and  fears  ! 

6  Saviour,  in  glory  beaming. 

With  radiance  brightly  streaming, 

Enthroned  in  power. 
Grant,  by  Thy  awful  name. 
That  we  through  flood  and  flame 
The  Gospel  may  proclaim, 

Till  life's  last  hour. 


HYMN  25.  III.  1 

PEOPLE  of  the  living  God, 
I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod. 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found : 

2  Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns. 

Turns — a  fugitive  unblest; 
Brethren  !  where  your  altar  burns, 
O  receive  me  into  rest. 

3  Lonely,  I  no  longer  roam. 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave ; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 

4  Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more. 
Every  idol  I  resign. 


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HYMN  26.  III.  5. 

ZION  stands  with  hills  surrounded, 
Zion,  kept  by  power  divine  : 
All  her  foes  shall  be  confounded, 
Though  the  world  in  arms  combine : 

Happy  Zion, 
What  a  favour'd  lot  is  thine  ! 

2  Every  human  tie  may  perish  ; 

Friend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove : 
Mothers  cease  their  own  to  cherish ; 
Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove  ; 

But  no  changes 
E'er  can  change  Jehovah's  love. 

3  In  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee. 

Thence  to  bring  thee  forth  more  bright, 
But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee ; 
Thou  art  precious  in  His  sight : 

God  is  with  thee, 
God,  thine  everlasting  light. 

HYMN  27.  L.  M. 

KINDRED  in  Christ !  for  His  dear  sake 
A  hearty  welcome  here  receive ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 

The  joys  which  only  He  can  give. 

2  May  He,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 

Send  His  good  Spirit  from  above ; 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love. 

3  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme. 

When  Christians  meet  together  thus  ; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  Ilim 

Who  lived,  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us. 


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4  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did,  and  said, 

And  suffered  for  iis  here  below  ; 
The  path  He  marked  for  us  to  tread, 
And  what  He's  doing  for  us  now. 

5  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away 

We'll  love  and  wonder,  and  adore ; 
And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day 

When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

HYMN  28.  n.  3. 

FORTH  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky, 
Lord,  to  Thine  altar's  shade  we  fly  ; 
Forth  from  the  world,  its  hope  and  fear, 
Saviour,  we  seek  Thy  shelter  here  : 
Weary  and  weak,  Thy  grace  we  pray ; 
Turn  not,  0  Lord !  Thy  guests  away. 

2  Long  have  we  roamed  in  want  and  pain. 
Long  have  we  sought  for  rest  in  vain ; 
Wildered  in  doubt,  in  darkness  lost. 
Long  have  our  souls  been  tempest-tost ; 
Low  at  Thy  feet  our  sins  we  lay ; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord !  Thy  guests  away. 

HYMN  29.  HL  1. 

GREAT  the  joy  when  Christians  meet; 
Christian  fellowship  how  sweet ! 
When,  their  theme  of  praise  the  same, 
They  exalt  Jehovah's  name. 

2  Sing  we  then  eternal  love 
Such  as  did  the  Father  move, 
When  he  saw  our  race  undone, 
Lov'd  the  world  and  gave  His  Son. 


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3  Sing  the  Son's  unbounded  love, 
How  He  left  the  realms  above ; 
Took  our  nature  and  our  place  ; 
Liv'd  and  died  to  save  our  race. 

4  Sing  we  too  the  Spirit's  love ; 
With  our  stubborn  hearts  He  strove, 
Ohas'd  the  mists  of  sin  away, 
Turn'd  our  night  to  glorious  day. 

5  Great  the  joy,  the  union  sweet, 
When  the  saints  in  glory  meet ; 
Where  the  theme  is  still  the  same. 
Still  Jehovah's  glorious  name. 


HYMN  30.  HI.  1. 

CHRIST,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Perfecting  the  saints  below. 
Hear  us  who  Thy  nature  share, 
Who  thy  mystic  body  are — 
Join  us,  in  one  Spirit  join ; 

Let  us  still  receive  of  Thine — 
While  for  more  on  Thee  we  call, 
Thou  who  fillest  all  in  all. 

Move  and  actuate  and  guide, 

Divers  gifts  to  each  divide ; 
Placed  according  to  Thy  will, 

Let  us  all  our  work  fulfil ; 
Never  from  our  office  move. 

Needful  to  each  other  prove ; 
Let  us  daily  growth  receive, 

More  and  more  in  Jesus  live. 
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HYMN  31.  CM. 

COME  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord, 
Stranger  nor  foe  art  thou  ; 
We  welcome  thee  with  warm  accord, 
Our  Friend,  our  Brother  now. 

2  The  hand  of  fellowship,  the  heart 

Of  love,  we  offer  thee; 
Leaving  the  world,  thou  dost  but  part 
From  lies  and  vanity. 

3  The  cup  of  blessing  which  we  bless, 

The  heavenly  bread  we  break 
(Our  Saviour's  blood  and  righteousness), 
Freely  with  us  partake. 

4  In  weal  or  woe,  in  joy  or  care, 

Thy  portion  shall  be  ours ; 
Christians  their  mutual  burthen  share, 
They  lend  their  mutual  powers. 

5  Come  with  us,  we  will  do  thee  good, 

As  God  to  us  hath  done. 
Stand  but  in  Him,  as  those  have  stood, 
Whose  faith  the  victory  won. 


HYMN  32.  H.  3. 

CITY  of  Heaven,  Jerusalem, 
Blest  Vision  of  the  Peace  on  high, 
With  living  stones,  each  stone  a  gem, 

Uplifted  to  the  starry  sky. 
In  all  thy  bridal  splendour  crown'd 
With  thousand  thousand  angels  round ! 


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Oh,  wedded  with  a  lot  most  bright, 
Ere  with  the  Father's  glory  dower'd, 

In  all  the  Bridegroom's  beauty  dight. 

Queen,  in  all  loveliness  embower'd  ;        ^ 

To  Christ  the  king  in  marriage  given :         \^  Vj 

Resplendent  citadel  of  Heaven  !  ^ 

With  purest  pearls  thy  portals  shine, 
And  day  and  night  unclos'd  remain, 

And  thither  led  by  grace  divine, 
Of  mortals  winds  an  holy  train. 

Who,  for  the  love  of  Christ,  have  borne 

The  racking  cross,  and  robe  of  scorn. 

With  many  a  needful  stroke,  imprest 
By  dint  of  the  great  Builder's  hand, 

With  many  a  blow  these  stones  are  drest 
And  for  that  pile  celestial  plann'd, 

Till  fitly  framed  and  firmly  braced 

And  on  its  rising  summit  placed. 


HYMN  33.  m.  1. 

PLEASANT  are  thy  courts  above, 
In  the  land  of  light  and  love  ; 
Pleasant  are  thy  courts  below,  ^      ^ 

In  this  land  of  sin  and  woe.  C^''  ^y^/O 

O,  my  spirit  longs  and  faints 
For  the  converse  of  Thy  saints. 
For  the  brightness  of  Thy  face, 
King  of  glory,  God  of  grace  ! 

2  Happy  birds  that  sing  and  fly 
Round  Thy  altars,  O^Most  High  ! 
Happier  souls  that  find  a  rest. 
In  their  Heavenly  Father's  breast ! 


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Like  the  wandering  dove  that  found 
No  repose  on  earth  around, 
They  can  to  their  ark  repair, 
And  enjoy  it  ever  there. 

Happy  souls  their  praises  flow, 
Ever  in  this  vale  of  woe  ; 
Waters  in  the  desert  rise. 
Manna  feeds  them  from  the  skies ; 
On  they  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Till  they  reach  Thy  throne  at  length  ; 
At  Thy  feet  adoring  fall, 
Who  hast  led  them  safe  through  all. 

Lord,  be  mine  this  prize  to  win. 
Guide  me  through  this  world  of  sin  ; 
Keep  me  by  Thy  saving  grace, 
Give  me  at  Thy  side  a  place ; 
Sun  and  shield  alike  Thou  art. 
Guide  and  guard  my  erring  heart ; 
Grace  and  glory  flow  from  Thee, 
Shower,  O  shower  them,  Lord  on  me. 


THE  LORD'S  DAY. 

HYMN  34.  H.  4. 

GOD  the  Creator  bless'd 
The  Sabbath  of  His  rest ; 
His  six  days'  work  had  brought 
The  universe  from  nought ; 
The  heavens  and  earth  before  Him  stood. 
He  saw  them  and  pronounced  them  good. 


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2  God  the  Redeemer  bless'd 
The  Sabbath  of  His  rest, 
When  all  his  suffering  done, 
The  Cross's  victory  won  ; 

In  Joseph's  sepulchre  he  lay, 
Then  rising  made  a  holier  day. 

3  And  God  the  Spirit  bless'd 
That  Christian  day  of  rest, 
Where  (met  with  one  accord) 
The  Servants  of  the  Lord ; 

To  whom  the  Father's  promise  came, 
Like  rushing  wind  and  living  flame. 

4  The  Church  below  hath  bless'd 
And  owns  this  day  of  rest, 
When  in  her  spousal  dress 

Of  blood-bought  righteousness. 
Her  happy  spirit  can  rejoice 
To  hear  her  heavenly  Bridegroom's  voice. 

5  They  love  the  hallow'd  Day, 
Who  love  to  sing  and  pray ; 
The  Day  of  rest  they  love, 
Who  seek  their  rest  above : 

They  love  the  Day  of  God  in  seven, 
Who  prize  an  antepast  of  heaven. 


HYMN  35.  m.  5. 

GOD  is  in  His  holy  temple, 
All  the  earth  keep  silence  here; 
Worship  Him  in  truth  and  spirit, 
Reverence  Him  with  godly  fear  ; 

Holy,  holy. 
Lord  of  Hosts,  our  Lord  appear. 
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2  God  in  Christ  reveals  His  presence, 

Throned  upon  the  Mercy-seat : 

Saints,  rejoice  !  and  sinners,  tremble ! 

Each  prepare  his  God  to  meet: 

Lowly,  lowly, 
Bow  adoring  at  His  feet. 

3  Hail  Him  here  with  songs  of  praises, 

Him  with  prayers  of  faith  surround ; 
Hearken  to  His  glorious  gospel, 
While  the  preacher's  lips  expound ; 

Blessed,  blessed. 
They  who  know  the  joyful  sound. 

4  Though  the  heaven,  and  heaven  of  heavens, 

O  Thou  Great  Unsearchable ! 
Are  too  mean  to  comprehend  Thee, 
Thou  with  man  art  pleased  to  dwell ; 

Welcome,  welcome, 
God  with  us,  Immanuel. 


HYMN  36.  S.  M. 

STAND  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
Ye  people  of  His  choice : 
Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 
With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 

2  Though  high  above  all  praise. 

Above  all  blessing  high. 
Who  would  not  fear  His  holy  name, 
And  laud  and  magnify  ? 

3  O  for  the  living  flame. 

From  His  own  altar  brought. 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  minds  inspire. 
And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought ! 


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4  God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  His  salvation  ours  ; 
Then  be  His  love  in  Christ  proclaim'd 
With  all  our  ransom'd  powers. 

5  Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  your  God  adore  ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  His  glorious  name 
Henceforth  for  evermore. 


HYMN  37.  C.  M, 

AGAIN  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 
Awakes  the  kindling  ray. 
Unseals  the  eyelids  of  the  morn. 
And  pours  increasing  day. 

2  O  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapt 

A  guilty  world  in  gloom  ! 
O  what  a  sun  which  broke  this  day 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb  ! 

3  The  powers  of  darkness  leagued  in  vain 

To  bind  our  Lord  in  death  ; 
He  shook  their  kingdom,  when  He  fell 
By  His  expiring  breath. 

4  And  now  His  conquering  chariot  wheels 

Ascend  the  lofty  skies  ; 
Broken  beneath  His  powerful  cross. 
Death's  iron  sceptre  lies. 

5  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 

And  loud  hosannas  sung ; 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart, 
And  praise  on  every  tongue. 


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6  Ten  thousand  thousand  voices  Join 
To  hail  this  happy  morn, 
Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wings 
On  nations  yet  unborn. 


HYMN  58.  C.  M. 

SHEPHERD  of  souls,  refresh  and  bless 
Thy  chosen  pilgrim  flock, 
"With  manna  in  the  wilderness, 
Witli  water  from  the  rock. 

2  Hungry  and  thirsty,  faint  and  weak, 

As  Thou  when  here  below, 
Our  souls  the  joys  celestial  seek 
Which  from  thy  sorrows  flow. 

3  We  would  not  live  by  bread  alone, 

But  by  that  word  of  grace, 
In  strength  of  which  we  travel  on 
To  our  abiding  place. 

4  Be  known  to  us  in  breaking  bread, 

But  do  not  then  depart, 
Saviour  abide  with  us  and  spread 
Thy  table  in  our  heart. 

5  Lord  sup  with  us  in  love  divine ; 

Thy  body  and  thy  blood, 
That  living  bread,  that  heavenly  wine. 
Be  our  immortal  food. 


HYMN  39.  L.  M. 

JESUS,  where'er  Thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  Thy  mercy-seat ; 
Where'er  they  seek  Thee,  Thou  art  found  ; 
And  every  place  is  hallowed  ground. 


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2  For  Thou,  within  no  walls  confin'd, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind  ; 

Such  ever  bring  Thee  where  they  come, 
And  going,  take  Thee  to  their  home. 

3  Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  chosea  few, 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew ; 
Here  too  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  thy  saving  name. 

4  Here  may  we  prove  the  power  of  prayer 
To  strengthen  faith  and  sweeten  care, 
To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise 

And  open  Heaven  before  our  eyes. 

5  Lord,  we  are  few  but  Thou  art  near  ; 
Nor  short  Thine  arm,  nor  deaf  Thine  ear ; 
O !  rend  the  heavens,  come  quickly  down. 
And  make  a  thousand  hearts  Thine  own. 


HYMN  40.  n.  4. 

LORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair. 
The  dwellings  of  Thy  love, 

Thine  earthly  temples  are  ! 
To  Thine  abode  my  heart  aspires 
With  warm  desires  to  see  my  God. 

2  The  sparrow  for  her  young 
With  pleasure  seeks  a  nest ; 
And  wandering  swallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  rest ; 
My  spirit  faints,  with  equal  zeal, 
To  rise  and  dwell  among  Thy  saints. 


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8  0  happy  souls  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear! 
O  happy  men,  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  ! 
They  praise  Thee  still ;  and  happy  they 
That  love  the  way  to  Zion^s  hill 

4  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
Till  each  in  heaven  appears  : 
O  glorious  seat,  when  God  our  King- 
Shall  thither  bring  our  willing  feet. 


HYMN  41.  C.  M. 

BLEST  day  of  God!    most  calm,  most 
bright, 
The  first,  the  best  of  days ; 
The  labourer's  rest,  the  saint's  delight, 
The  day  of  prayer  and  praise. 

2  My  Saviour's  face  made  thee  to  shine  ; 

His  rising  thee  did  raise, 
And  made  thee  heavenly  and  divine 
Beyond  all  other  days. 

3  The  first-fruits  oft  a  blessing  prove 

To  all  the  sheaves  behind  ; 
And  they  the  day  of  Christ  who  love, 
A  happy  week  shall  find. 

4  This  day  I  must  with  God  appear ; 

For,  Lord,  the  day  is  Thine ; 

Help  me  to  spend  it  in  Thy  fear. 

And  thus  to  make  it  mine. 


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HYMN  42.  L.  M. 

WITHIN  Thy  courts  have  millions  met, 
Millions  this  day  before  Thee  bowed  ; 
Their  faces,  heavenward.  Lord,  were  set. 
Their  solemn  vows  to  Thee  they  vowed. 

2  Still  as  the  light  of  morning  broke 

O'er  island,  continent,  and  deep. 
The  far-spread  family  awoke. 

Sabbath  all  round  the  world  to  keep. 

3  From  east  to  west  the  sun  surveyed, 

From  north  to  south,  adoring  throngs  ; 
And  still  where  evening  stretch'd  her  shade. 
The  stars  came  forth  to  hear  their  songs. 

4  And  not  a  prayer,  a  tear,  a  sigh. 

Hath  failed  this  day  some  suit  to  gain  ; 
To  hearts  in  trouble  Thou  wast  nigh, 
Nor  one  hath  sought  Thy  face  in  vain. 

5  The  poor  in  spirit  Thou  hast  fed, 

Thy  chasten'd  ones  have  kiss'd  the  rod. 
The  mourner  Thou  hast  comforted, 
The  pure  in  heart  have  seen  their  God. 


HYMN  43.  L.  M. 

WITH  joy  we  hasten  to  the  place 
AVhere  we  our  Saviour  oft  have  met ; 
And  while  we  feast  upon  His  grace. 
Our  burdens  and  our  griefs  forget, 

2  Though  poverty  be  ours  at  home. 
Or  with  affliction  we  be  fed, 
It  makes  amends  if  we  can  come 

To  God's  own  house  for  heavenly  bread. 


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3  We  thank  Thee,  for  Thy  day,  O  Lord, 
Here  we  Thy  promised  presence  seek, 
Open  Thine  hand,  with  blessings  stored, 
And  grant  us  manna  for  the  week. 

HYMN  44.  C.  M. 

LORD  !  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
To  Thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  Thee  lift  up  mine  eye ; 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  His  saints. 
Presenting  at  His  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 
Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  Thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  Thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  Thy  house  will  I  resort. 

To  taste  Thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  Thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  Thy  fear. 

5  Oh  !  may  Thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet, 

In  ways  of  truth  and  grace, 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight. 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

HYMN  45.  L.  M. 

SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  Thy  name,  give  thanks,  and 
sing ; 
To  show  Thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  Thy  truth  at  night. 


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2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 

No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound ! 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  His  works,  and  bless  His  word  ; 
His  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine; 
How  deep  His  counsels,  how  divine ! 

4  O,  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part. 

When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

5  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below  ; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 


HYMN  46.  IH.  5. 

IN  Thy  name,  0  Lord,  assembling. 
We,  Thy  people  now  draw  near; 
Teach  us  to  rejoice  with  trembling ; 
Speak,  and  let  Thy  servants  hear. 
Hear  with  meekness. 
Hear  Thy  word  with  godly  fear. 

While  our  days  on  earth  are  lengthen'd, 

May  we  give  them.  Lord,  to  Thee, 
Cheer'd  by  hope,  and  daily  strengthen'd, 
May  we  run,  nor  wearied  be, 
\    'Till  Thy  glory 
Without  clouds  in  Heaven  we  see. 
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3  Then  in  worship,  purer,  sweeter, 
Thee,  Thy  people  shall  adore, 
Tasting  of  enjoyment  greater 

Far  than  thought  conceiv'cl  before ; 
Full  enjoyment, 
Full,  unmix'd,  and  evermore. 


HYMN  47.  L.  M. 

MAY  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 
And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favour, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above  ! 

Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 
With  each  other  and  the  Lord, 

And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 
Joys  which  earth  cannot  affiord. 


HYMN  48.  L.  M. 

DISMISS  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Lord, 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  Thy  word  ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss,  forgive, 
And  let  Thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  Thou  art  good, 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood ; 
Give  every  fettered  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 


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ADVENT. 

HYMN  49.  II.  2. 

0  WISDOM,  who  o'er  earth  below, 
Forth  from  the  Mouth  of  God  didst  flow, 
Draw  nigh  and  help  us  when  we  call, 
And  strongly,  sweetly  order  all ; 
The  path  of  prudence  teach,  that  we 
May  dwell  with  Thee  eternally. 

Ruler  and  Lord,  draw  nigh,  draw  nigh ! 

Who  to  Thy  flock  on  Sinai 

Didst  give,  of  ancient  times.  Thy  Law, 

In  cloud,  and  majesty,  and  awe ; 

Draw  nigh,  draw  nigh,  with  us  to  dwell, 

And  save,  0  God,  Thine  Israel. 

Rod  of  Jesse's  stem,  arise. 

And  free  us  from  our  enemies ; 

And  set  us  loose  from  Satan's  chains, 

And  from  the  pit  with  all  its  pains : 

Draw  nigh,  draw  nigh,  with  us  to  dwell, 

In  haste  to  save  Thine  Israel. 

Key  of  the  House  of  David,  come  ! 
Reopen  Thou  our  heavenly  home  ! 
Make  safe  the  way  that  we  must  go, 
And  close  the  paths  that  lead  below  : 
Draw  nigh,  draw  nigh,  with  us  to  dwell. 
And  save  us,  Lord,  from  sin  and  hell. 

O  Orient  star,  arise,  draw  nigh. 
To  give  us  comfort  from  on  high ; 
And  drive  away  the  gloom  of  night, 
And  pierce  the  clouds  and  bring  us  light : 
Draw  nigh,  O  Lord,  with  us  to  dwell, 
In  mercy  save  Thine  Israel. 


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6  Holy  of  Holies,  hear  our  cry, 
Thou  Majesty  of  God  most  High  ; 
Destroy  our  sins,  Thy  people  bless, 
With  everlasting  righteousness : 
Draw  nigh,  draw  nigh,  Emanuel. 
And  save  Thy  captive  Israel. 

1  O  Thou  on  whom  the  Gentiles  wait, 
Who  'midst  the  nations  shall  be  great ; 
Thy  Church's  chief  and  corner-stone, 
Who  in  Thyself  hast  made  all  one  ; 
O  come  and  save,  for  Thy  dear  sake, 
Mankind  whom  Thou  of  dust  didst  make ! 

8  Draw  nigh,  draw  nigh,  Emanuel, 
And  loose  Thy  captive  Israel, 
That  mourns  in  lonely  exile  here, 
Until  the  Son  of  God  appear. 
Rejoice  !  rejoice !  Emanuel 
Comes  now  to  thee,  0  Israel. 


HYMN  50.  L.  M. 

ON  Jordan's  bank  the  Baptist's  cry 
Announces  that  the  Lord  is  nigh  : 
Come  near  and  hearken,  for  he  brings 
Glad  tidings  from  the  King  of  kings. 

2  Be  purified  each  Christian  breast, 
And  furnish'd  for  so  great  a  Guest : 
Yea,  let  us  all  our  hearts  prepare 
For  Christ  to  come  and  enter  there. 

3  For  Thou  art  our  Salvation,  Lord, 
Our  Refuge,  and  our  great  Reward  ; 
Without  Thy  grace  our  souls  must  fade, 
And  wither  like  a  flower  decay'd. 


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Stretch  forth  Thine  hand  a  bahn  to  pour 
And  make  us  rise  to  fall  no  more ; 
Upon  Thy  pardon'd  people  shine, 
And  fill  the  world  with  grace  divine. 


HYMN  51.  III.  3. 

LIGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 
Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Jesus,  now  thy  love  revealing. 
Scatter  every  cloud  beneath.' 

2  Still  we  wait  for  Thine  appearing, 

For  the  joy  thy  beams  impart, 

Chasing  all  our  doubts,  and  cheering 

Every  meek  and  contrite  heart. 

3  Show  Thy  power  in  every  nation, 

Oh  thou  Prince  of  peace  and' love  ! 
Give  the  knowledge  of  Salvation, 
Fix  our  hearts  on  things  above. 

4  By  Thine  all-sufficient  merit. 

Every  burden'd  soul  release  : 
By  the  presence  of  thy  Spirit, 
Guide  us  into  perfect  peace. . 


HYMN  52.  S.  M. 

YE  servants  of  the  Lord, 
Each  in  his  office  wait, 
Observant  of  His  heav'nly  word. 
And  watchful  at  His  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 
And  trim  the  golden  flame  ; 
Gird  up  your  loins  as  in  His  sight, 
For  awful  is  His  Name. 
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3  Watch  !  'tis  your  Lord's  command, 

And  while  we  speak  He's  near ; 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  His  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  0  happy  servant,  he 

In  prayer  and  watching  found, 
Who  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see 
And  be  with  honour  crown'd  ! 

5  Christ  shall  the  banquet  spread. 

With  His  own  royal  hand. 
And  raise  that  faithful  servant's  head 
Among  His  angel  band. 


HYMN  53.  HL  L 

WATCHMAN  !  tell  us  of  the  night. 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are  ; 
Traveller  !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height. 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! 
Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  joy  or  hope  foretell  ? 
Traveller  !  yes ;  it  brings  the  day, 
Promis'd  day  of  Israel. 

Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night. 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends : 
Traveller  !  blessedness  and  light. 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveller!  ages  are  its  own. 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 


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Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Traveller  !  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease , 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveller !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come  1 


HYMN  54.  CM. 

VrOW  gird  your  patient  loins  again, 
l^    Your  wasting  torches  trim  ! 
The  Chief  of  all  the  sons  of  men, 
Who  will  not  welcome  him  ? 

2  Rejoice,  the  hour  is  near !     At  length 

The  Journeyer,  on  his  way, 
Comes  in  the  greatness  of  his  strength. 
To  keep  his  Festal  day. 

3  0  let  the  streams  of  solemn  thought 

Which  in  His  temples  rise, 
From  deeper  sources  spring  than  aught 
Born  of  the  changing  skies. 

4  Then,  though  the  summer's  pride  departs. 

And  winter's  withering  chill 
Rests  on  the  cheerless  woods,  our  hearts 
Shall  be  unchanging  still. 


HYMN  55.  C.  M. 

ONCE  more,  0  Lord,  Thy  sign  shall  be 
Upon  the  heavens  displayed, 
And  earth  and  its  inhabitants 
Be  terribly  afraid : 


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For,  not  in  weakness  clad,  Thou  com'st, 

Our  woes,  our  sins  to  bear, 
But  girt  with  all  Thy  Father's  might, 

His  judgment  to  declare. 

The  terrors  of  that  awful  day, 

Oh  !  who  can  understand  ? 
Or  who  abide,  when  Thou  in  wrath 

Shalt  lift  Thy  holy  hand  ? 
The  earth  shall  quake,  the  sea  shall  roar. 

The  sun  in  heaven  grow  pale ; 
But  Thou  hast  sworn,  and  wilt  not  change. 

Thy  faithful  shall  not  fail. 

Then  grant  us,  Saviour,  so  to  pass 

Our  time  in  trembling  here, 
That  when  upon  the  clouds  of  heaven 

Thy  glory  shall  appear. 
Uplifting  high  our  joyful  heads, 

In  triumph  we  may  rise. 
And  enter,  with  Thine  angel  train, 

Thy  palace  in  the  skies. 


HYMN  56.  L.  M. 

THE  Lord  will  come,  the  earth  shall  quake. 
The  hills  their  fixed  seat  forsake; 
And  withering  from  the  vault  of  night, 
The  stars  withdraw  their  feeble  light. 

2  The  Lord  will  come,  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowly  form  He  came; 
A  silent  Lamb  to  slaughter  led. 
The  bruis'd,  the  suffering,  and  the  dead ! 


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3  The  Lord  will  come,  a  dreadful  form, 
With  wreath  of  iiame  and  robe  of  storm  ; 
On  cherub  wings  and  wings  of  wind, 
Anointed  Judge  of  human  kind. 

4  Can  this  be  He,  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  w'orld's  highway, 

By  power  oppress'd  and  mock'd  by  pride, 
The  Nazarene  ?  the  Crucified  ? 

5  While  sinners  in  despair  shall  call, 

"  Rocks  hide  us  !  mountains  on  us  fall !  " 
Thy  saints,  ascendmg  from  the  tomb, 
Shall  joyful  sing — "  The  Lord  is  come ! " 


HYMN  57.  CM. 

MESSIAH  !  at  Thy  glad  approach 
The  howling  winds  are  still; 
Thy  praises  fill  the  lonely  waste. 
And  breathe  from  every  hill. 

2  The  incense  of  the  spring  ascends 

Upon  the  morning  gale  ; 
Fresh  o'er  the  hill  the  roses  bloom, 
The  lilies  in  the  vale. 

3  Renew'd,  the  earth  a  robe  of  light, 

A  robe  of  beauty  wears ; 
And  in  new  heavens  a  brighter  sun 
Leads  on  the  promised  years. 

4  Let  Israel  to  the  Prince  of  Peace 

A  loud  hosanna  sing ; 
With  hallelujahs  and  with  hymns, 
O  Zion,  hail  thy  King. 


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HYMN  58.  S.  M. 

THE  Church  has  waited  long, 
Her  absent  Lord  to  see, 
And  still  in  loneliness  she  waits, 

A  friendless  stranger  she. 
Age  after  age  has  gone. 
Sun  after  sun  has  set, 
And  still  in  weeds  of  widowhood, 
She  weeps  a  mourner  yet. 

Come,  then.  Lord  Jesus,  come ! 

2  Saint  after  saint  on  earth 

Has  hv'd,  and  lov'd,  and  died ; 
And  as  they  left  us  one  by  one, 

We  laid  them  side  by  side  ; 
We  laid  them  down  to  sleep, 

But  not  in  hope  forlorn  ; 
We  laid  them  but  to  ripen  there. 

Till  the  last  glorious  morn. 

Come,  then.  Lord  Jesus,  come ! 

3  The  serpent's  brood  increase, 

The  powers  of  hell  grow  bold. 
The  conflict  thickens,  faith  is  low. 

And  love  is  waxing  cold. 
How  long,  0  Lord  our  God, 

Holy,  and  true,  and  good, 
Wilt  Thou  not  judge  thy  suffering  Church, 

Her  sighs,  and  tears,  and  blood  ? 
Come,  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come ! 

4  We  long  to  hear  thy  voice. 

To  see  Thee  face  to  face. 
To  share  Thy  crown  and  glory  then, 
As  now  we  share  Thy  grace. 


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Should  not  the  loving  bride 

Her  absent  bridegroom  mourn  ? 

Should  she  not  wear  the  signs  of  grief 
Until  her  Lord  return  ? 

Come,  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come ! 

5  The  whole  creation  groans. 

And  waits  to  hear  that  voice 
That  shall  her  beauteousness  restore, 

And  make  her  wastes  rejoice. 
Come,  Lord,  and  wipe  away^ 

The  curse,  the  sin,  the  stain. 
And  make  this  blighted  worid  of  ours 
Thine  own  fair  world  again. 

Come,  then.  Lord  Jesus,  come ! 


HYMN  59.  L.  M. 

HOSANNA  to  the  living  Lord ! 
Hosanna  to  th'  incarnate  Word  ! 
To  Christ,  Creator,  Saviour,  King, 
(  Let  earth,  let  heaven,  Hosanna  sing. 

2  Hosanna,  Lord !  Thine  angels  cry ; 
Hosanna,  Lord  !  Thy  saints  reply  : 
Above,  beneath  us,  and  around. 
The  dead  and  hving  swell  the  sound. 

3  O  Saviour !  with  Thy  loving  care. 
Return  to  this.  Thy  house  of  prayer : 
Assembled  in  Thy  sacred  name. 
Here  we  Thy  parting  promise  claim. 

4  But,  chiefest  in  our  cleansed  breast, 
Eternal !  bid  Thy  Spirit  rest 

And  make  our  secret  soul  to  be 
A  temple  pure,  and  worthy  Thee  ! 


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So,  in  the' last  and  dreadful  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  shall  melt  away. 
Thy  flock,  redeemed  from  sinful  stain, 
Shall  swell  the  sound  of  praise  again. 


HYMN  60.  III.  5. 

LO !  He  comes  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favoured  sinners  slain  : 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending. 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  : 
Hallelujah  :  i 
Jesus  Christ  shall  ever  reign ! 


2  See  the  universe  in  motion. 

Sinking  on  her  funeral  pyre. 
Earth  dissolving,  and  the  ocean 

Vanishing  away  in  fire; 
Hark !  the  trumpet 
Loud  proclaims  that  day  of  ire ! 

3  Graves  have  yawned  in  countless  numbers. 

From  the  dust  the  dead  arise ; 
Millions,  out  of  silent  slumbers, 

Wake  in  overwhelm'd  surprise  ; 
Where  creation, 
Wreck'd  and  torn  in  ruin  lies ! 


See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 

Pure,  ineffable,  divine  : 
See  the  great  Archangel  bearing 

High  in  heaven  the  mystic  sign  ; 
Cross  of  glory ! 
Christ,  be  in  that  moment  mine ! 


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5  Every  eye  shall  then  behold  Him 

Robed  in  awful  majesty: 
Those  that  set  at  naught,  and  sold  Him, 

Pierced  and  nailed  Him  to  the  tree, 
Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see ! 

6  Lo  !  the  last  long  separation ! 

As  the  cleaving  crowds  divide  ; 
And  one  dread  adjudication 

Sends  eaCh  soul  to  either  side  ! 
Lord  of  mercy ! 
How  shall  I  that  day  abide ! 

7  0  by  Thine  eternal  merit, 

Save  me  from  a  dreadful  doom  ! 
And  me  summon  to  inherit 

An  eternal  blissful  home  : 

Ah  !  come  quickly  ! 

Let  thy  second  Advent  come ! 

8  Yea,  Amen !  let  all  adore  Thee 

High  on  Thine  eternal  throne ! 
Lo  !  they  cast  their  crowns  before  Thee 

And  the  kingdom  is  Thine  own  ! 
Men  and  augels 
Kneel  and  bow  to  Thee  alone  ! 


HYMN  61.  m.  1. 

IN  the  sun,  and  moon,  and  stars, 
Signs  and  wonders  there  shall  be  ; 
Earth  shall  quake  with  inward  wars, 
Nations  with  perplexity. 
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2  Soon  shall  ocean's  hoary  deep, 

Toss'd  with  stronger  tempests,  rise  : 
Wilder  storms  the  mountains  sweep, 
Louder  thunders  rock  the  skies. 

3  Dread  alarms  shall  shake  the  proud, 

Pale  amazement,  restless  fear ; 
And  amid  the  thunder  cloud 
Shall  the  Judge  of  man  appear. 


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But,  though  from  His  awful  face, 

Heaven  shall  fade,  and  earth  shall  fly ; 

Fear  not  ye.  His  chosen  race. 
Your  redemption  draweth  nigh. 


HYMN  62.  HI.  1. 

SEE  the  ransomed  millions  stand, 
Palms  of  conquest  in  each  hand  ! 
This  before  the  throne  their  strain, — 
"  Hell  is  vanquished — death  is  slain  !     , 

2  "  Blessing,  honour,  glory,  might. 
Are  the  Conqueror's  native  right ; 
Thrones  and  powers  before  Him  fall, 
Lamb  of  God,  and  Lord  of  all !" 

3  Hasten,  Lord  !  the  promised  hour ; 
Come  in  glory  and  in  power ; 
Still  Thy  foes  are  unsubdued  ; 
Nature  sighs  to  be  renewed. 

4  Time  has  nearly  reached  its  sum  ; 

All  things,  with  the  bride,  say,  "  Come  !" 
Jesus  !  whom  all  worlds  adore, 
Come,  and  reign  for  evermore. 


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HYMN  63.  II.  6. 

REJOICE,  rejoice  believers ! 
And  let  your  lights  appear, 
The  evening  is  advancing, 

The  darker  night  is  near. 
The  Bridegroom  is  arising  ; 

And  soon  will  He  draw  nigh  : 
Up  !  pray,  and  watch,  and  wrestle, 
At  midnight  comes  the  cry. 

See  that  your  lamps  are  burning, 

Replenish  them  with  oil ; 
Look  now  for  your  salvation, 

The  end  of  sin  and  toil. 
The  watchers  on  the  mountain 

Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near, 
Go,  meet  Him  as  He  cometh, 

With  hallelujahs  clear. 

Oh  !  wise  and  holy  virgins. 

Now  raise  your  voices  higher. 
Till  in  your  jubilations, 

Ye  meet  the  angel-choir. 
The  marriage  feast  is  waiting, 

The  gates  wide  open  stand  ; 
Up,  up,  ye  heirs  of  glory. 

The  Bridegroom  is  at  hand. 

Our  hope  and  expectation, 

O  Jesus,  now  appear  ; 
Arise,  Thou  Sun  so  looked  for, 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere  ! 
With  hearts  and  hands  uplifted, 

We  plead,  O  Lord,  to  see 
The  day  of  our  redemption. 

And  ever  be  with  Thee  ! 


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CRRISTMAS. 

HYMN  64.  III.  5. 

ANGELS,  from  the  realms  of  glory, 
Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth, 
Ye  who  sang  creation's  story, 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth  ; 
Come  and  worship. 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

2  Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding. 

Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 
God  with  man  is  now  residing, 

Yonder  shines  the  infant-light ; 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

3  Sages,  leave  your  contemplations. 

Brighter  visions  beam  afar  ; 
Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations ; 

Ye  have  seen  his  natal  star ; 
Come  and  worship. 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

4  Saints,  before  the  altar  bending. 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 
Suddenly,  the  Lord  descending, 

In  his  temple  shall  appear ; 
Come  and  worship. 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

5  Sinners,  wrung  with  true  repentance. 

Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains. 
Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, 

Mercy  calls  you,  break  your  chains  ; 
Come  and  worship. 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 


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HYMN  65.  II.  5. 

CHRISTIANS,  awake,  salute  the  happy 
morn 
Whereon  the  Saviour  of  mankind  was  born: 
Rise  to  adore  the  mystery  of  love, 
With  hosts  of  angels  chanting  from  above ; 
By  whom  the  gladsome  honours  first  were 

done 
To  God  Incarnate  and  the  Virgin's  Son. 

2  The  praises  of  redeeming  love  they  sang, 
And  heaven's  whole  orb  with  alleluias  rang: 
God's  highest  glory  was  their  anthem  still. 
Peace  upon  earth,  and  unto  men  goodwill; 
This  day  hath  God  fulfiU'd  His  promis'd 

word, 
This  day  is  born  a  Saviour,  Christ  the 
Lord. 

3  O  let  us  keep  and  ponder  in  our  mind 
God's  wondrous  love  in  saving  lost  man- 
kind : 

Follow  the  Babe,  who  hath  retrieved  our 

loss. 
From  the  poor  manger  to  the  bitter  cross! 
Saved  by  His  grace,  unceasing  may  we 

sing, 
Eternal  praise  to  God  our  heavenly  King. 


HYMN  66.  P.  M. 

COME,  hither  !  ye  faithful. 
Triumphantly  sing  ! 
Come,  see  in  the  manger 
The  angels'  dread  King  ! 
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To  Bethlehem  hasten, 

With  joyful  accord ! 
Oh,  come  ye,  come  hither 

To  worship  the  Lord  ! 

2  True  Son  of  the  Father, 

He  comes  from  the  skies ; 
To  be  born  of  a  Virgin 

He  doth  not  despise. 
To  Bethlehem  hasten,  etc. 

3  Hark,  hark  to  the  angels ! 

All  singing  in  Heaven, 
"  To  God  in  the  highest 
All  glory  be  given  !" 
To  Bethlehem  hasten,  etc. 

4  To  Thee,  then,  O  Jesus, 

This  day  of  Thy  birth, 
Be  glory  and  honour 

Through  heaven  and  earth ; 
True  Godhead  Incarnate ! 

Omnipotent  Word ! 
Oh,  come  !  let  us  hasten 

To  worship  the  Lord  ! 


HYMN  67.  C.  M. 

MORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join, 
And  chant  the  solemn  lay  ; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude,  combine 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

2  In  Heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 
And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 


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8  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 
And  loud  the  echo  rolled  ; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy,  was  new, 
'Twas  more  than  Heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky, 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran ; 
And  angels  flew,  with  ecstasy, 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hark  !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song ; 
Good-will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
Th'  harmonious  angel  throng. 

6  Hail,  Prince  of  life !  forever  hail, 

Redeemer,  Brother,  Friend ! 
Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life  should  fail, 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 


HYMN  68.  in.1. 

SWEETER  sounds  than  music  knows 
Charm  me  in  Emanuel's  name  ; 
All  her  hopes  my  spirit  owes 

To  His  birth,  and  cross,  and  shame. 

2  When  He  came,  the  angels  sung, 

«  Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ; " 
Lord,  unloose  my  faltering  tongue. 
Who  should  louder  sing  than  I  ? 

3  Did  the  Lord  a  man  become. 

That  he  might  the  law  fulfil ; 
Bleed  and  sufl"er  in  my  room  ? 

And  canst  thou,  my  tongue,  be  still 


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4  No,  I  must  my  praises  bring, 

Though  they  worthless  are,  and  weak  ; 
For  should  I  refuse  to  sing, 

Sure  the  very  stones  would  speak. 

5  0  my  Saviour,  Shield,  and  Sun, 

Shepherd,  Brother,  Master,  Friend, 
Ev'ry  precious  name  in  one ; 
I  will  love  Thee  without  end. 


HYMN  69.  III.  1. 

BRIGHT  and  joyful  is  the  morn, 
For  to  us  a  child  is  born  ; 
From  the  highest  realms  of  Heaven, 
Unto  us  a  son  is  given. 

2  On  His  shoulder  He  shall  bear 
Power  and  majesty,  and  wear 
On  His  vesture  and  His  thigh, 
Names  most  awful — names  most  high. 

3  Wonderful  in  counsel  He, 
Christ,  th'  incarnate  Deity  ; 
Sire  of  ages,  ne'er  to  cease ; 

King  of  kings,  and  Prince  of  peace. 

4  Come  and  worship  at  His  feet ; 
Yield  to  Him  the  homage  meet ; 
From  the  manger  to  the  throne, 
Homage  due  to  God  alone. 


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HYMN  10.  III.  3. 

HARK !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies? 
Lo  !  th'  angelic  host  rejoices  ; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Cherubs  tell  the  wondrous  story, 

Joyous  seraphim  reply, 
"  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

3  Peace  on  earth,  good  will  from  Heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found  ; 
Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven ! 
Loud  our  grateful  harps  shall  sound. 

4  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  His  praises  sing ! 
0  receive  whom  God  appointed. 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ! 

5  Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  Him ; 

Learn  His  name  to  magnify, 
Till  in  Heaven  ye  sing  before  Him 
"  Glory  be  to  God  most  High  I " 


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HYMN  11,  L.  M. 

Y  song  shall  bless  the  Lord  of  all. 
My  praise  shall  climb  to  His  abode ; 
Thee,  Saviour,  by  that  name  I  call. 
The  great  Supreme,  the  mighty  God. 

2  Without  beginning  or  decline. 

Object  of  faith,  and  not  of  sense  ; 
Eternal  ages  saw  Him  shine. 
He  shines  eternal  ages  hence. 


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3  As  much,  when  in  the  manger  laid, 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  sky, 
As  when  the  six  days'  work  He  made, 
And  morning  stars  sang  melody. 

4  Of  all  the  crowns  Jehovah  bears, 

Salvation  is  His  dearest  claim  : 
That  gracious  sound  well  pleased  He  hears, 
And  owns  Immanuel  for  His  name. 


THE  END  OF  THE  YEAE. 

HYMN  72.  n.  1. 

LO  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand ; 
Yet  how  insensible : 
*  A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  a  heavenly  place, 
Or  shuts  me  in  a  hell. 

2  O  God !  my  inmost  soul  convert. 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtless  heart 

Eternal  things  impress ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight. 
And  save  me  ere  it  be  too  late 

To  claim  Thy  righteousness. 

3  Before  me  place,  in  bright  array. 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day. 

When  Thou  with  clouds  shalt  come; 
And  tell  me.  Lord,  shall  I  be  there — 
Joyous  to  meet  Thee  in  the  air. 

And  spared  the  sinner's  doom  ? 


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4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear. 

To  make  my  calling  sure ; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
To  suffer  all  Thy  righteous  will. 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

5  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
That  I  this  vale  of  tears  may  leave, 

And  reign  with  Thee  above, 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight. 
And  hope  in  full  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love. 


HYMN  13.  C.  M. 

BLESS  God  that  towards  eternity 
Another  step  is  won ! 
Oh,  longing  turns  Thy  Church  to  Thee, 
For  time  flows  slowly  on. 

2  Oh,  that  we  soon  might  Thee  behold ! 

We  count  the  moments  o'er ; 
Oh,  come,  ere  yet  the  heart  grow  cold. 
And  cannot  call  Thee  more  1 

3  Come,  is  the  pleading  of  Thy  Bride, 

She  loudly  prays  Thee  come ! 
With  faithful  heart  she  long  has  cried. 
Come  quickly.  Master,  come  ! 

4  The  past  we  lived  in  love  divine 

No  power  can  take  away  ; 
And  that  the  future  shall  be  Thine, 
Thy  promise  is  our  stay. 


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HYMN  14.  C.  M. 

BENEATH  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 
Is  equal  warning  given  ; 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, 
Above  us  is  the  heaven  ! 

2  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze 

And  lurks  in  every  flower  ; 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 
Its  peril  every  hour ! 

3  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  rosy  light 

Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay ; 
And  fate  descend  in  sudden  night 
On  manhood's  middle  day. 

4  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 

Halt  feebly  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  yet  shall  earth  our  hearts  engage, 
And  dreams  of  days  to  come  ? 

5  Turn,  mortal,  turn !  thy  danger  know  ; 

Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread. 

The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below. 

And  warns  thee  of  her  dead  ! 

6  Turn,  mortal,  turn !  thy  soul  ajjply 

To  truths  divinely  given  : 
The  dead,  who  underneath  thee  lie. 
Shall  live  for  hell  or  heaven  ! 


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HYMN  75.  C.  M. 

GOD  !  our  help  in  ages  past. 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come. 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast. 
And  our  eternal  home  ; 


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2  Before  tlie  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  Thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

3  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone, 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

4  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away  ; 
They  pass,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

5  Like  flowery  fields  the  nations  stand 

Pleased  with  the  morning  light ; 
The  flowers  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
See  withering  ere  'tis  night. 

6  O  God !  our  help  in  ages  past. 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guide  while  life  shall  last. 
And  our  eternal  home. 


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THE  NEW-YEAK. 

HYMN  76.  L.M. 

Festival  of  the  Circumcision. 

HAPPY  day,  when  first  was  pour'd 
The  blood  of  our  Redeemer  Lord  ! 
O  happy  day,  when  first  began 
His  sufFrings  borne  for  sinful  man  ! 
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2  Just  enter'd  on  this  world  of  woe, 
His  blood  already  learn'd  to  flow  : 
His  future  death  was  thus  express'd, 
And  thus  His  early  love  confess'd. 

3  From  Heaven  descending  to  fulfil 
The  mandates  of  His  Father's  will, 
E'en  now  behold  the  Victim  lie. 
The  Lamb  of  God,  prepar'd  to  die. 

4  Beneath  the  knife  behold  the  Child, 
The  Innocent,  the  Undefil'd  : 

For  captives  He  the  ransom  pays, 
For  lawless  man  the  law  obeys. 

5  Lord,  purify  our  hearts,  we  pray ; 
Our  fleshy  natures  purge  away  ; 

Thy  Name,  Thy  likeness,  may  they  bear ! 
Yea,  stamp  Thy  holy  image  there. 


HYMN  7V.  HL  1. 

WHILE,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 
Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here  : 
Fix'd  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below  : 
We  a  little  longer  wait. 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 
Speedily  the  mark  to  find  ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 
Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind, 


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Swiftl)^  thus  our  fleeting  clays 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream  ; 

Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise  ; 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive  ; 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view  : 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old  ; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love  ; ' 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  reign  with  thee  above. 


HYMN  18.  P.  M. 

COME,  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year. 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear  ; 
His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfil 
And  our  talents  improvej 
By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labour  of  love. 

2       Our  life  is  a  dream  ; 

Our  time,  as  a  stream, 

Glides  swiftly  away. 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay  : 

The  arrow  is  flown. 

The  moment  is  gone, 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here.'* 


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3       Oh  !  that  each  in  the  day 

Of  His  coming,  may  say, 

"  I  have  fought  my  way  through, 
I  have  finished  the  work  Thou  didst  give  me 
to  do !" 

Oh  !  that  each  from  his  Lord 

May  receive  the  glad  word, 

"  Well  and  faithfully  done  ; 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and   sit   down  on  my 
throne !" 


EPIPHANY. 

HYMN  19.  P.  M. 

BRIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the 
morning  ! 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine 
aid! 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning. 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  His  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shin- 

Low  lies  His  head  with  the  beasts  of  the 
stall : 
Angels  adore  Him  in  slumber  reclining. 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  Him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odours  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine. 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the 

ocean. 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the 

mine  ? 


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4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation/ 

Vainly  with  gifts  would  His  favour  secure ; 
Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart's  adoration, 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morn- 

ing ! 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  as  thine 

aid  ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 


HYMN  80.  C.  M. 

WE  come  not  with  a  costly  store, 
O  Lord,  like  them  of  old. 
The  masters  of  the  starry  lore, 
From  Ophir's  shore  of  gold  ; 
No  weepings  of  the  incense  tree 
Are  with  the  gifts  we  bring ; 
No  odorous  myrrh  of  Araby 
Blends  with  our  offering. 

2  But  faith  and  love  may  bring  their  best, 

A  spirit  keenly  tried 
By  fierce  afiliction's  fiery  test, 

And  seven  times  purified  ; 
The  fragrant  graces  of  the  mind. 

The  virtues  that  delight 
To  give  their  perfume  out,  will  find 

Acceptance  in  thy  sight. 


HYMN  81.  HI.  5. 

ON  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
Lo !  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  new^s  to  Zion  bearing, 
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Zion  long  in  hostile  lands. 

Mourning  captive, 
God  himself  shall  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful  ? 

Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  ? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning; 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee ; 

He  Himself  appears  thy  Friend  ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee ; 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end  ; 

Great  deliverance 
Zion's  King  will  surely  send. 

4  Enemies  no  more  shall  trouble  ; 

All  thy  wrongs  shall  be  redress'd ; 
For  thy  shame  thou  shalt  have  double, 
In  thy  Maker's  favour  blest : 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest. 


HYMN  82.  C.  M. 

JOY  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come ! 
Let  earth  receive  her  King; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  Him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  sing. 

Joy  to  the  world — the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  men  their  songs  employ ; 
While  fields,  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and 
plains 

Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 


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3  No  more  let  sin  and  sorrow  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  His  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  His  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  His  love. 


HYMN  83.  III.  1. 

HARK!  the  song  of  jubilee  ; 
Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore  : 
Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign ; 
Hallelujah !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  Hallelujah  !-— hark !  the  sound. 

From  the  centre  to  the  skies, 

Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies : 
See  Jehovah's  banners  furl'd  ; 

Sheath'd    his   sword:    He  speaks— 'tis 
done. 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world. 
Are  the  kingdoms  of  His  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 
With  illimitable  sway  ; 
He  shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll. 
Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away : 


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Tlien  the  end  ; — "beneath  His  rod, 
Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall  ; 

Hallelujah  !    Christ  in  God, 
God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all. 


LENT. 

HYMN  84.  C.  M. 

0  SAVIOUR,  leave  ns  not  alone 
To  wrestle  with  oar  sin, 
But  aid  us  in  these  holy  hours 
Of  solemn  discipline. 

2  Let  not  the  Tempter  tempt  us,  Lord, 

Beyond  our  strength  to  bear^ 

Though  in  the  desert  of  our  woe 

He  wildly  prompts  Despair. 

3  Let  not  our  humble  confidence 

Be  in  Thy  promise  stirred. 
Nor  clouds  of  dark  distrust  spring  up 
Between  us  and  Thy  word. 

4  Nor  let  us  yet  be  lifted  up 

By  him,  the  Prince  of  air, 
To  scale  presumption's  dizzy  height. 
And  left  to  perish  there  : 

5  Nor,  on  the  Temple's  pinnacle, 

In  our  self-righteous  pride, 
Be  set  forsaken  of  thine  aid, 
For  demons  to  deride. 


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6  And  oil !  when  pleasure,  power,  and  pomp 

Around  our  vision  swim, 
And  through  the  soft  enchanting  mist 
He  bids  us  worship  him  ; 

7  Assist  us  from  the  revelling  sense 

The  serpent's  spell  to  break. 
And  tread  the  arch-apostate  down, 
Redeemer,  for  Thy  sake. 


HYMN  85.  HI.  1. 

HOLY  Jesus,  Saviour  blest, 
When  by  passion  strong  possest, 
Through  this  world  of  sin  we  stray. 
Thou  to  guide  us  art  the  Way. 

2  Holy  Jesus,  when  with  night. 
Error  blinds  our  clouded  sight, 
Lest  to  idol  gods  we  bow,  'y 

Saviour,  then  the  Truth  art  Thou. 

8  Holy  Jesus,  when  our  pow'r 
Fails  us  in  temptation's  hour, 
All  unequal  to  the  strife. 
Thou  to  aid  us  art  the  Life. 

4  Who  would  reach  the  heav'nly  home, 
Who  would  to  the  Father  come. 
Who  the  Father's  presence  see, 
Jesus,  he  must  come  by  Thee. 

5  Channel  of  the  Father's  grace. 
Image  of  the  Father's  face, 
Saviour  bless'd,  incarnate  Son, 
With  the  Father  Thou  art  One. 


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HYMN  86.  C.  M. 

MUCH  have  we  sinnM,  0  Lord,  and  still 
We  sin  each  day  we  live ;  , 
Yet  pour  Thy  pity  from  on  high, 
And  of  Thy  grace  forgive. 

2  Remember  that  we  still  are  Thine, 

Though  of  a  fallen  frame  ; 
And  take  not  from  ns  in  Thy  wrath 
The  glory  of  Thy  Name. 

3  Undo  past  evil ;  grant  ns.  Lord, 

More  grace  to  do  aright : 

So  may  we  now  and  ever  find 

Acceptance  in  Thy  sight. 


HYMN  87.  L.M. 

EETURN,  my  roving  heart  I  return. 
And   chase  those  shadowy  forms  no 
more ; 
Now  seek  in  solitude,  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  0  thou  great  God  I  whose  piercing  eye 

Distinctly  marks  each  deep  recess  ; 
In  these  sequestered  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  with  Thy  presence  fill  the  place. 

3  Through  all  the  windings  of  n>y  heart. 

My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide, 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 
Till  all  be  cleans'd  and  purified. 


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Oh !  witli  the  visits  of  Thy  love, 
Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer ; 

Till  every  grace  shall  join  to  prove 
That  God  has  fixed  His  dwelling  here. 


HYMN  88.  CM. 

0   SINNER,  bring  not  tears  alone, 
Nor  but  the  form  of  prayer, 
But  let  it  in  thy  heart  be  know^n 
That  penitence  is  there. 

2  To  smite  the  breast,  the  clothes  to  rend, 

God  asks  not  this  of  thee  ; 
Thy  secret  soul  He  bids  thee  bend 
In  true  humility. 

3  0  let  us,  then,  with  heartfelt  grief, 

Draw  near  before  our  God, 
And  pray  to  Him  to  grant  relief. 
And  stay  the  lifted  rod. 

4  O  righteous  Judge,  if  Thou  wilt  deign 

To  grant  us  what  we  need, 

We  pray  for  time  to  turn  again. 

And  grace  to  turn  indeed. 


HYMN  89.  HI.  3. 

LORD,  whose  love  in  pow'r  excelling, 
Wash'd  the  leper's  stain  away  ; 
Jesus,  from  Thy  heav'nly  dwelling. 
Hear  us,  help  us  when  we  pray. 


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2  From  the  filth  of  vice  and  folly, 
From  infuriate  passion's  rage, 
Evil  thoughts  and  hopes  unholy, 
Heedless  youth  and  selfish  age ; 

^3  From  the  lusts  whose  deep  pollutions 
Adam's  ancient  taint  disclose  ; 
*^^^^      From  the  tempter's  dark  intrusions, 
''^      ^^         Restless  doubt  and  blind  repose. 

4  From  the  miser's  cursed  treasure. 

From  the  drunkard's  mirth  obscene  ; 
From  the  world,  its  pomp  and  pleasure, 
Jesus,  Master,  make  us  clean. 


HYMN  90.  L.  M. 

AH  !  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart, 
That  can  from  Jesus  thus  depart ; 
Thus,  fond  of  trifles  vainly  rove. 
Forgetful  of  a  Saviour's  love. 

-.2  In  vain  I  charge  my  thoughts  to  stay. 
And  chide  each  vanity  away ; 
In  vain,  alas  !  resolve  to  bind 
This  rebel  heart,  this  wand'ring  mind, 

3  Through  all  resolves,  how  soon  it  flies. 
And  mocks  the  weak,  the  slender  ties ; 
There's  nought  beneath  a  power  divine. 
That  can  this  roving  heart  confine. 

4  Jesus,  to  Thee  I  would  return, 
And  at  Thy  feet  repenting  mourn  ; 
There  let  me  view  Thy  pard'ning  love, 
And  never  from  Thy  sight  remove. 


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0,  let  Thy  love,  with  sweet  control, 
Bind  all  the  passions  of  my  soul : 
Bid  every  vanity  depart, 
And  dwell  forever  in  my  heart. 


HYMN  91.  III.  1. 

LORD,  we  listen  to  Thy  call, 
Low  before  Thy  throne  to  fall. 
And  with  humble  prayer,  and  fast. 
Mourn  the  evil  of  the  past. 

2  Thou,  whose  power  can  melt  the  stone. 
Bid  the  hardened  bosom  groan. 

Ere  the  near  approaching  day. 
When  too  late  for  grace  to  pray. 

3  Lord,  assist  the  souls  that  fain 
Now  would  break  sin's  fatal  chain ; 
Oft  have  we  renewed  our  fall. 
But  Thou,  Lord,  hast  died  for  all. 

4  Though  through  suffering  be  the  road, 
Bring  us  to  Thy  blest  abode, 
Where,  in  heaven's  eternal  day. 
Thou  shalt  wipe  all  tears  away. 

5  Lord,  Thy  blessing  we  implore  ;  • 
Save  us  now  and  evermore ; 
Hear,  0  Father !  hear,  0  Son  ! 
Hear,  0  Spirit !  Three  in  One. 


HYMN  92.  C.  M. 

LORD,  when  we  bend  before  Thy  throne, 
And  our  confessions  pour. 
Teach  us  to  feel  the  sins  we  own, 
And  shun  what  we  deplore. 
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2  Our  contrite  spirits  pitying  see, 

True  penitence  impart, 
And  let  a  Lealing  ray  from  Thee 
Shed  hope  on  ev'ry  heart. 

3  When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer. 

May  we  our  wills  resign  ; 
And  not  a  wish  our  bosoms  share, 
Which  is  not  wholly  Thine. 

4  In  meek  submission  to  Thy  will 

Let  ev'ry  prayer  arise; 
And  teach  us,  Lord,  'tis  goodness  still 
That  grants  it,  or  denies. 


HYMN  93.  P.  M. 

TESTIS,  let  Thy  pitying  eye 
J    Win  back  a  wandering  sheep ; 
Prone,  like  Peter,  to  deny, 
I  would  like  Peter  weep. 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restored  ; 

On  me  be'^all  long-suffering  shown  ; 
"j  Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

J>  And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

X  s\         2  Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above, 
x^  ^'^  Repentance  to  impart. 

Give  me,  through  Thy  dying  love. 

The  humble,  contrite  heart : 
Give  what  I  have  long  implored, 

A  portion  of  Thy  grief  unknown  : 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 


Vo 


3  For  Thine  own  compassion's  sake, 

The  gracious  wonder  show ; 
Cast  my  sins  behind  Th^  back, 

And  wash  me  white  as  snow  : 
Let  Thy  pity  help  afford, 

And  while  I  do  myself  bemoan. 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me.  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

HYMN  94.  C.  M. 

OHELP  us,  Lord, — each  hour  of  need 
Thy  heavenly  succour  give  ; 
Help  us  in  thought,  and  word  and  deed. 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 

2  O  help  us  when  our  spirits  bleed 

With  contrite  anguish  sore ; 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  indeed, 
O  help  us,  Lord,  the  more. 

3  O  help  us,  through  the  pray'r  of  faith. 

More  firmly  to  believe. 
For  still  the  more  the  servant  hath. 
The  more  shall  he  receive. 

4  0  help  US,  Saviour,  from  on  high, 

We  know  no  help  but  Thee ; 
O  help  us  SO  to  live  and  die. 
As  Thine  in  heaven  to  be. 

HYMN  95.  m.  5. 

JESUS,  Lord,  we  kneel  before  Thee, 
Bend  from  Heaven  Thy  gracious  ear. 
While  our  waiting  souls  adore  Thee, 
Friend  of  helpless  sinners  hear  ! 
By  thy  mercy. 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord ! 


TG 


Taught  by  thine  unerring  spirit, 
Boldly  we  draw  nigh  to  God, 

Only  in  thy  spotless  merit, 

Only  through  Thy  precious  Blood  : 
By  thy  mercy, 

Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord  ! 


From  the  depths  of  nature's  blindness, 
From  the  hardening  power  of  sin. 

From  all  malice  and  unkindness, 
From  the  pride  that  lurks  within. 
By  thy  mercy, 

Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord  ! 


4  When  temptation  sorely  presses, 

In  the  day  of  Satan's  power, 
In  our  times  of  deep  distresses. 

In  each  dark  and  trying  hour, 
By  thy  mercy. 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord ! 

5  In  the  weary  night  of  sickness. 

In  the  throes  of  grief  and  pain. 
When  we  feel  our  mortal  weakness. 

When  the  creature's  help  is  vain. 
By  thy  mercy. 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord ! 

6  In  the  solemn  hour  of  dying, 

In  the  a\vful  judgment  day. 
May  our  souls  on  Thee  relying 

Find  Thee  still  our  Hope  and  Stay  ! 
By  Thy  mercy, 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lordj 


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Jesus,  may  Thy  promised  blessing 
Comfort  to  our  souls  afford  ; 

May  we  now  Thy  love  possessing 
Find  at  last  the  great  reward  ; 
By  Thy  mercy 

Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord  ! 


PASSION  WEEK  AND  GOOD- 
FEIDAY. 

HYMN  96.  L.  M. 

RIDE  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
The  tribes  of  earth  Hosanna  cry  ! 
Thine  humble  beast  pursues  his  road. 
With  palms  and  scatter'd  garments  strow'd ! 

2  Ride  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die  ! 

O  Christ!  Thy  triumphs  now  begin 
O'er  captive  Death  and  conquer'd  Sin  ! 

3  Ride  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
The  last  and  fiercest  strife  is  nigh  ! 
The  angels  look  with  wondering  eyes 
To  see  th'  approaching  sacrifice. 

4  Ride  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die ! 

Bow  Thy  meek  Head  to  mortal  pain  ! 
Then  take,  O  God,  Thy  power,  and  reign. 

HYMN  97.  S.  M. 

WHY  doth  my  Saviour  weep 
At  sight  of  Sion's  bowers  ? 
Shows  it  not  fair  from  yonder  steep, 
Her  gorgeous  crown  of  towers  ? 


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Mark  well  His  holy  pains  : 

'Tis  not  in  pride  or  scorn 
That  Israel's  King  with  sorrow  stains 

His  own  triumphal  morn. 

"  If  thou  hadst  known,  e'en  thou, 

At  least  in  this  thy  day 
The  message  of  thy  peace ! — but  now 

Forever  pass'd  away ! 
Now  foes  shall  trench  thee  round. 

And  lay  thee  low  with  earth. 
And  dash  thy  children  to  the  ground. 

Thy  glory  and  thy  mirth." 

And  doth  the  Saviour  weep 

Over  His  people's  sin. 
Because  we  will  not  let  Him  keep 

The  souls  He  died  to  win  ? 
Ye  hearts,  that  love  the  Lord, 

If,  at  this  sight  ye  burn. 
See  that  in  thought,  in  deed,  in  word. 

Ye  hate  what  made  Him  mourn. 


HYMN  98.  HI.  3. 

GREAT    High-priest,    we    view    Thee 
stooping, 
With  our  names  upon  Thy  breast ; 
In  the  garden  groaning,  drooping. 
To  the  ground  in  horrors  prest. 

2  Angels  see  with  sad  amazement, 
Their  Creator  suffer  thus; 
Oh,  be  ours  deep  heart-abasement ; 
Lord,  we  know  'twas  done  for  us. 


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3  Now  into  that  garden  lead  us, 

There  to  see  Thy  bloody  sweat, 
Tho'  Thou  from  the  curse  hast  freed  us. 
We  the  cost  may  ne'er  forget. 

4  Be  Thine  agonies  rehearsed 

By  the  Spirit  in  our  ears, 
Till  beholding  whom  we  pierced, 
Melt  our  hearts  in  grateful  tears. 

5  On  the  cross  Thy  body  broken 

Cancell'd  every  legal  charge  ; 
Pleading  this  availing  token. 
Guilty  souls  are  set  at  large. 

6  Lord,  we  fain  would  trust  Thee  solely, 

'Twas  for  us  Thy  blood  was  spilt ; 
Suffering  Saviour,  take  us  wholly. 
Take  and  make  us  what  Thou  wilt. 


HYMN  99.         '       P.  M. 

BEHOLD  the  Lamb ! 
0  Thou  for  sinners  slain. 
Let  it  not  be  in  vain 

That  Thou  hast  died ; 
Thee  for  my  Saviour  let  me  take. 
Thee,  Thee  alone  my  refuge  make, 
Thy  pierced  side. 

2       Behold  the  Lamb  ! 
Archangels — fold  your  wings  ; 
Seraphs — hush  all  the  strings 

Of  million  lyres  : 
The  Victim,  veil'd  on  earth,  in  love 
Unveil'd — enthroned — adored  above. 

All  heaven  admires ! 


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3  Behold  the  Lamb ! 
All  hail,  Eternal  Word ! 
Thou  universal  Lord, 

Purge  out  our  leaven  : 
Clothe  us  with  godliness  and  good, 
Feed  us  with  Thy  celestial  food, 

Manna  from  heaven ! 

4  Behold  the  Lamb  ! 
Saints,  who,  in  blissful  rest 
Wait  to  be  fully  blest ; 

Oh  !  Lord — how  long ! 
Thou  church  on  earth,  o'er  whelmed  with  fears, 
Still  in  this  vale  of  woe  and  tears, 

Swell  the  full  sono;. 

5  Behold  the  Lamb  ! 
Worthy  is  He  alone, 
To  sit  upon  the  throne 

Of  God  above  ! 
One  with  the  Ancient  of  all  days, 
One  with  the  Paraclete  in  praise, 

All  Lio-ht — all  Love  ! 


HYMN  100.  n.  1. 

OLAMB  of  God,  for  sinners  slain, 
I  plead  with  Thee,  my  suit  to  gain, 
I  plead  what  Thou  hast  done  : 
Didst  Thou  not  die  the  death  for  me  ? 
Jesus,  remember  Calvary,     . 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

Receive  the  purchase  of  Thy  blood, 
My  friend  and  Advocate  with  God, 

My  ransom  and  my  peace  : 
My  surety !  Thou  my  debt  hast  paid, 
For  all  my  sins  atonement  made, 

The  Lord  my  righteousness. 


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0  let  Thy  Spirit  slied  abroad 
The  love  of  my  redeeming  God, 

In  this  cold  heart  of  mine  : 
O  might  He  now  descend,  and  rest 
Forever  in  this  troubled  breast. 

And  keep  me  ever  Thine. 


HYMN  101.  P.  M. 

FLOW,  my  contrite  tears,  flow  faster, 
Thus  my  guilt  and  sin  bemoan  ; 
Mourn  my  heart  in  deeper  anguish, 
Over  sorrows  not  thina  own  ! 
See  a  spotless  Lamb  draw  nigh 
To  Jerusalem  to  die 
For  thy  sins,  the  sinless  One  ! 
Think !  ah  !  think  what  thou  hast  done ! 

See  Him  stand  while  cruel  fetters 

Bind  the  hands  that  framed  the  world. 

While  around  Him  bitter  mocking. 
Laughter  and  contempt  are  hurled. 
Heathen  rage  and  Jewish  scorn, 
Meekly  for  our  sins  are  borne. 
Sin  has  brought  Him  from  above  : 
Who  can  fathom  such  a  love  ? 

Can  we  view  the  Saviour  given 

To  the  smiters'  hands  for  us  ? 
Can  we  all  unmoved,  unhurabled. 

See  Him  mocked  and  slighted  thus  ? 

View  the  thorny  chaplet  red. 

On  His  meek  and  bleeding  head, 

Hear  the  loud  and  angry  din. 

And  not  tremble  for  our  sin  ? 


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Must  T,  Jesus,  thus  beliold  Thee 
In  Thy  toil  and  sorrow  here  ? 

Can  I  nothing  better  yield  Thee 
Than  my  unavailing  tear  ? 
Lamb  of  God  !  I  weep  for  Thee, 
Weep,  Thy  cruel  cross  to  see. 
Weep,  for  death  that  Death  destroys ! 
Weep,  for  grief  that  brings  me  joys  ! 

Poor  is  all  that  I  can  offer — 

Soul  and  body  while  I  live ; 
Take  it,  0  my  Saviour,  take  it — 

I  have  nothing  more  to  give. 

Come,  and  in  this  heart  remain ; 

Let  each  en^my  be  slain ; 

Let  me  live  and  die  with  Thee  ; 

To  Thy  kingdom  welcome  me. 


HYMN  102.  C.  M. 

FORTH  flames  the  standard  of  our  King, 
Bright  gleams  the  mystic  sign, 
When  life  bore  death  of  suffering. 
And  death  wrought  life  divine. 

The  stabs  of  the  accursed  spear, 
Brought  forth  the  healing  flood, 

To  cleanse  sin's  stains  so  dark  and  drear, 
With  water  and  with  blood. 

Fulfilled  is  each  prophetic  word. 

Each  faith-inspiring  strain, 
Telling  the  nations  of  that  Lord, 

Who  by  the  Cross  should  reign. 

0  ever  honoured,  glorious  tree  ! 

Than  purple  throne  more  fair. 
Of  all  on  earth,  'twas  granted  thee, 

His  holy  limbs  to  bear. 


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How  blest,  upon  whose  arm  outspread, 

As  in  a  balance  hung, 
The  world's  great  ransom  bowed  His  head. 

While  hell  with  curses  runo-. 


While  now  we  gaze  and  pray,  ^^X 


6  Hail,  Cross  of  Christ !  man's  only  hope ; 


Dear  Lord,  th'  exhaustless  fountains  ope. 
And  wash  our  sins  away. 


HYMN  103.  HI.  2. 

GO  to  dark  Gethsemane, 
Ye  that  feel  the  tempter's  power, 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see. 

Watch  with  Him  one  bitter  hour ; 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away. 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 


Follow  to  the  judgment  hall ; 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned ; 
O  the  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 

O  the  pangs  His  soul  sustain'd ! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss ; 
Learn  of  Him  to  bear  the  cross. 


Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb  ; 

There,  adoring  at  His  feet, 
Mark  the  miracle  of  time, 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete  ; 
"  It  is  finished  " — hear  Him  cry  ; 
Learn  in  Christ  to  live  and  die. 


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HYMN  104.  P.  M. 

THE  night  is  dark  —  behold  the  shade 
was  deeper 
In  the  still  garden  of  Gethsemane, 
When  that  calm  voice  awoke  the  weary 

sleeper, 
"  Couldst  thoii  not  watch  one  hour  alone 
with  me  ? " 

2  O  thou,  so  weary  of  thy  self-denials. 

And  so  impatient  of  thy  little  cross, 
Is  it  so  hard  to  bear  thy  daily  trials. 
To  count  all  earthly  things  a  gainful 
loss? 

3  "What  if  thou  always  sufFer'st  tribulation, 

What  if  thy  Christian   warfare   never 
cease  ? 
The  gaining  of  the  quiet  habitation 

Shall  gather  thee  to  everlasting  peace. 

N       4  Here  are  we  all  to  suffer,  walking  lonely 
The  path  that  Jesus  once  Himself  hath 


\        __     gone, 


\^fH       Watch  thou  this  hour  in  trustful  patience 
only. 
This  one  dark  hour  before    the    eternal 
dawn. 

6  And  He  will  come  in  His  own  time  from 
Heaven, 
To    set    his    earnest-hearted    children 
free ; 
Watch  only  through  this  dark  and  painful 
even, 
And  the  bright  morning  yet  will  break 
for  thee. 


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HYMN  105.  P.  M. 

HIS  trial  o'er,  and  now  beneath 
His  own  cross  meekly  bending, 
Jesus,  the  fatal  hill  of  death 
Is  wearily  ascending. 

2  And  now,   His   hands   and   feet   pierced 

through ; 
Upon  the  cross  they  raise  Him, 
Where  even  now,  in  distant  view. 
The  eye  of  faith  surveys  Him. 

3  O,  wondrous  love,  which  God  most  High, 

T'wards  man  was  pleased  to  cherish ! 
His  sinless  Son  He  gave  to  die, 
That  sinners  might  not  perish. 

4  Our  sins'  pollution  to  remove 

His  blood  was  asked  and  given : 
So  mighty  was  the  Saviour's  love. 
So  vast  the  price  of  Heaven. 

5  Yes !  'tis  the  cross  that  breaks  the  rod, 

And  chain  of  condemnation. 
And  makes  a  league  'twixt  man  and  God, 
For  our  entire  salvation. 

6  O !  praise  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  given. 
And  Holy  Ghost,  thro'  whom  alone 
Our  hearts  are  raised  to  Heaven. 


HYMN  106.  11.  6. 

0  SACRED  Head,  now  wounded, 
With  grief  and  shame  weighed  down ; 
Now  scornfully  surrounded 

With  thorns,  Thine  only  crown  : 
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O  Sacred  Head,  what  glory, 
What  bliss  till  now  was  Thine ; 

Yet  though  despised  and  gory, 
I  joy  to  call  Thee  mine. 

What  Thon,  my  Lord,  hast  suffered, 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain  : 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  Thine  the  deadly  pain. 
Lo,  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour ! 

'Tis  I  deserve  Thy  place ; 
Look  on  me  with  Thy  favour, 

Vouchsafe  to  me  Thy  grace. 

The  joy  can  ne'er  be  spoken 

Above  all  joys  beside, 
When,  in  Thy  Body  broken, 

I  thus  with  safety  hide. 
Lord  of  my  life,  desiring 

Thy  glory  now  to  see ; 
Beside  Thy  cross  expiring, 

I'd  breathe  my  soul  to  Thee. 

What  language  shall  I  borrow 

To  thank  Thee,  dearest  friend, 
For  this,  Thy  dying  sorrow. 

Thy  pity  without  end  ? 
O  make  me  Thine  for  ever ; 

And  should  I  fainting  be. 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never 

Outlive  my  love  for  Thee. 

Be  near  me  when  I'm  dying, 

O,'  show  Thy  cross  to  me ; 
And  to  my  succour  flying, 

Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free  ! 
When  strength  and  comfort  languish 

Amidst  the  final  throe, 
Release  me  from  my  anguish 

By  Thine  own  pain  and  woe. 


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HYMN  107.  C.  M. 

0  HALLOWED   Head!    compelled  to 
bow 
Beneath  unnumber'd  scorns, 
O,  dear,  dishonour'd,  glorious  brow 

Now  rent  by  cruerthorns; 
Eyes  where  the  light  of  Heaven  did  reign 
Can  ye  grow  glazed  and  dim  ? 

O  death — by  Him  for  others  slain 

Can'st  thou  have  power  o'er  Him  ? 

2  Love's  mystery  o'er  the  scene  dotfi  hang, 

Love  must  unfold  it  still, 
Who  could  inflict  on  Him  a  pang, 

Without  His  own  blest  will  ? 
He,  whom  the  slumbering  dead  have  heard, 

Whose  voice  the  winds  could  tame, 
Could  crush  His  murderers  with  a  word, 

If  such  had  been  his  aim. 

3  Yea,  Lord  of  lords  and  King  of  kings,  <r)     f 

Life,  light,  and  joy  to  me ;  \J^,  , 

My  soul  thro'  doubt  and  darkness  clings, 

With  trembling  faith  to  Thee. 
Lo,  Death  and  Hell  with  all  their  host 

Quail  now  before  their  Lord, 
And  more  than  was  in  Adam  lost, 

I  see  in  Christ  restored. 


HYMN  108.  C.  M. 

ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Did  He  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 


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2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died, 
For  man,  the  creature's,  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  in  shame,  my  face 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


HYMN  109.  II.  3. 

SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing. 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

2  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing. 

With  my  tears  His  feet  I'll  bathe ; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding. 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

3  Here  I'll  sit  for  ever  viewing 

Mercy  streaming  in  His  blood  ; 
Precious  drops  my  soul  bedewing. 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 


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4  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

"While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze ; 
Here  I  see  my  sins  forgiven, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

5  Lord,  in  ceaseless  contemplation. 

Fix  my  heart  and  eyes  on  Thine, 
Till  I  taste  Thy  whole  salvation, 
Where  unveiled  Thy  glories  shine. 


HYMN  110.  m.  2. 

HEARTS  of  stone,  relent,  relent, 
Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued ; 
See  his  bodj'.  mangled,  rent. 

Covered  with  His  flowing  blood  ; 
Sinful  soul  what  hast  thou  done  ? 
Crucified  th'  incarnate  Son ! 


Yes,  our  sins  have  done  the  deed, 

Driven  the  nails  that  fixed  Him  here ; 

Crowned  with  thorns  His  sacred  head. 
Pierced  Him  with  the  soldier's  spear : 

Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice. 

For  a  sinful  world  He  dies. 


Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain. 
Nor  receive  the  proff'er'd  good  ; 

Crucify  the  Lord  again. 

Trample  on  his  precious  blood  ? 

No,  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part ; 

Saviour,  take  my  broken  heart. 
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HYMN  111.  P.M. 

BOUND  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Faint  and  bleeding,  who  is  He  ? 
By  tlie  eyes  so  pale  and  dim, 
Streaming  blood  and  writhing  limb, 
By  the  flesh  with  scourges  torn, 
By  the  crown  of  twisted  thorn, 
By  the  side  so  deeply  pierced, 
By  the  baffled,  burning  thirst. 
By  the  drooping,  death-dewed  brow, 
Son  of  man,  'tis  Thou  !  'tis  Thou  1 

2  Bound  upon  tb'  accursed  tree, 
Dread  and  woful,  who  is  He  ? 
By  the  sun  at  noonday  pale, 
Shivering  rocks  and  rending  veil. 
By  the  earth  enwrapt  in  gloom. 
By  the  saints  who  burst  their  tomb, 
By  the  promise  ere  He  died. 

To  the  felon  at  His  side  ; 

Lord  !  our  suppliant  knees  we  bow  ! 

Son  of  God  !  'tis  Thou  !  'tis  Thou  ! 

3  Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Faint  and  dying,  who  is  He  ? 
By  the  last  and  bitter  cry. 

Of  the  dying  agony  ; 

By  the  lifeless  body  laid 

In  the  chambers  of  the  dead; 

By  the  mourners  bowed  to  weep. 

Where  the  bones  of  Jesus  sleep  ; 

Crucified  we  know  Thee  now, 

Son  of  man  !  'tis  Thou  !  'tis  Thou  ! 

4  Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree. 
Dread  and  awful,  who  is  He  ? 
By  the  prayer  for  them  that  slew, 

"  Lord !  they  know  not  what  they  do !  " 


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By  the  spoiled  and  empty  grave, 
By  the  souls  he  died  to  save, 
By  the  conquest  He  hath  won, 
By  the  saints  before  His  throne. 
By  the  rainbow  round  His  brow, 
Son  of  God !  'tis  Thou  !  'tis  Thou  ! 


HYMN  112.  HI.  3. 

HAIL,  thou  once  despised  Jesus, 
Hail,  thou  Galilean  King ; 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  release  us  ; 

Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring  ! 
Hail,  once  agonizing  Saviour, 

Thou  didst  bear  our  sin  and  shame  : 
Through  Thy  merit  find  we  favour ; 
Life  is  given  through  thy  name. 

Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed. 

All  our  sins  on  Thee  were  laid; 
By  almighty  love  anointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made. 
All  thy  people  are  forgiven, 

Through  the  virtue  of  Thy  blood  ; 
Open'd  is  the  gate  of  heaven, 

Man  is  reconciled  to  God. 

Jesus,  low  we  bow  before  Thee, 

Mediator  glorified  ! 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  Thee, 

Seated  at  the  Father's  side: 
There  for  sinners  Thou  art  pleading. 

There  Thou  dost  our  place  prepare  : 
Ever  for  us  interceding. 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 


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"Worship,  honor,  power,  and  blessing 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  ; 
Loudest  praises,  never  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 
Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits, 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays ; 
Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits. 

Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise. 


HYMN  113.  III.  2. 

ONCE  the  angel  started  back. 
When  he  saw  the  blood-stain'd  door, 
Pausing  on  his  vengeful  track. 
And  the  dwelling  passing  o'er. 
Once  the  sea  from  Israel  fled. 
Ere  it  rolled  o'er  Egypt's  dead. 


Now  our  Passover  is  come. 

Dimly  shadowed  in  time  past, 
And  the  very  Paschal  Lamb, 
Christ  the  Lord  is  slain  at  last. 

Then   with  hearts  and  hands  made 

meet, 
Our  unleavened  bread  we'll  eat. 


Blessed  Victim  sent  from  Heaven, 

Whom  all  angel  hosts  obey, 
To  whose  will  all  earth  is  given, 
At  whose  word  hell  shrinks  away, 
Thou  hast  conquer'd    death's   dread 

strife, 
Thou  hast  brought  us  light  and  life. 


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EASTER  EVEN. 

HYMN  114.  III.  1. 

PAIN  and  toil  are  over  now  ; 
Bring  the  spice  and  bring  the  myrrh, 
Fold  the  limb  and  bind  the  brow, 
In  the  rich  man's  sepulchre. 

Sin  has  bruised  the  Victor's  heel ; 

Roll  the  stone  and  guard  it  well, 
Bring  the  Roman's  boasted  seal, 

Bring  his  boldest  sentinel.  t\ 

Yet  the  morning's  purple  ray  ■v^^ 

Shall  present  a  glorious  sight, 
Stone  by  earthquake  rolled  away, 

Angel  guards  all  robed  in  white. 


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EASTER 


HYMN  115.  III.  2. 

HE  is  risen,  He  is  risen  ! 
Tell  it  with  a  joyful  voice, 
He  has  burst  His  three  days'  prison. 
Let  the  whole  wide  earth  rejoice  ; 
Death  is  conquered,  man  is  free, 
Christ  has  won  the  victory. 

Tell  it  to  the  sinners,  weeping 
Over  deeds  in  darkness  done. 

Weary  fast  and  vigil  keeping, 

Brightly  breaks  their  Easter  sun  ; 

Blood  can  wash  all  sins  away, 

Christ  has  conquered  hell  to-day. 


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He  is  risen,  He  is  risen  ! 

He  has  oped  the  eternal  gate ; 
We  are  free  from  sin's  dark  prison, 

Risen  to  a  holier  state, 
Where  a  brii^htenino;  Easter  beam 
On  our  longing  eyes  shall  stream. 


HYMN  116.  III.  1. 

JESUS  Christ  is  risen  to-day, 
Our  triumphant  holiday  ; 
Who  did  once  upon  the  cross 
Suflfer  to  redeem  our  loss. 

Hallelujah ! 

2  Hymns  of  praise  then  let  us  sing 
Unto  Christ,  our  heav'nly  King  ; 
Who  endur'd  the  cross  and  grave, 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save. 

Hallelujah! 

3  But  the  pains  which  He  endured 
Our  salvation  have  procured  ; 
Now  above  the  sky  He's  King, 
Where  the  angels  ever  sing. 

Hallelujah ! 

4  Now  be  God  the  Father  prais'd, 
With  the  Son,  from  death  uprais'd, 
And  the  Spirit,  ever  blest ; 

One  true  God,  by  all  confest. 

Hallelujah ! 

HYMN  117.  L.M. 

THE  dawn  was  purpling  o'er  the  sky, 
With  alleluias  rang  the  air ; 
Earth  held  a  glorious  jubilee  ; 
Hell  gnashed  its  teeth  in  fierce  despair  ; 


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2  When  IlejWhom  stone,  and  seal,  and  guard 

Had  safely  to  the  tomb  consign'd, 

Triumphant  rose,  and  buried  Death 

Deep  in  the  grave  He  left  behind. 

3  Calm  all  your  grief  and  still  your  tears : 

Hark ! — the  descending  angel  cries, 
The  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
And  Death  is  slain,  no  more  to  rise  ! 

4  Oh  Jesus,  from  the  death  of  sin. 

Keep  us  we  pray ;  so  shalt  Thou  be 
The  everlasting  Paschal  joy 

Of  all  the  souls  new-born  in  Thee  ! 


HYMN  118.  CM. 

BLEST  morning,  whose  first  dawning  rays 
Beheld  our  living  God, 
That  saw  Him  triumph  o'er  the  dust, 
And  leave  His  dark  abode. 

2  In  the  cold  prison  of  the  tomb 

The  dead  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  combined  their  force 

To  hold  our  Lord,  in  vain  ; 
The  sleeping  Conqueror  arose, 
And  burst  their  tyrant  chain. 

4  To  Thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 


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5  Salvation  and  immortal  praise 
To  our  victorious  King  ! 
Let  heaven  and  earth,  and  rocks  and  seas, 
With  glad  hosannas  ring. 


HYMN  119.  III.  1. 

ANGELS,  roll  the  rock  away ! 
Death,  yield  up  the  mighty  prey ! 
See,  the  Saviour  quits  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

Alleluia,  Alleluia, 
Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day. 

Shout,  ye  seraphs ;  angels,  raise 
Your  eternal  song  of  praise ; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Echo  to  the  blissful  sound. 

Alleluia,  Alleluia, 
Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day. 

Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit  Three  in  one, 
Glory  as  of  old  to  thee 
Now  and  evermore  shall  be. 

Alleluia,  Alleluia, 
Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day. 


HYMN  120.  m.  1. 

MARl^  to  the  Saviour's  tomb, 
Hasted  at  the  early  dawn. 
Spice  she  brought,  and  sweet  perfume, 
But  the  Lord  she  lov'd  had  gone. 


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There  awhile  she  lingering  stood, 
Filled  with  sorrow  and  surprise, 

Trembling,  while  a  crystal  flood 
Issued  from  her  weeping  eyes. 

But  her  sorrows  quickly  fled 

When  she  heard  his  welcome  voice  ; 
Christ  had  risen  from  the  dead. 

Now  he  bids  her  heart  rejoice ; 
What  a  change  His  word  can  make, 

Turning  darkness  into  day  ; 
Ye  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake. 

He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 


HYMN  121.  m.  5. 

COME,  ye  saints,  draw  nigh  and  wonder, 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay  ! 
He  has  burst  his  bands  asunder. 
He  has  borne  our  sins  away ; 

Joyful  tidings ! 
Yes,  the  Lord  is  ris'n  to-day  ! 

Jesus  triumphs  ;  sing  ye  praises  ! 

By  His  death  He  overcame ; 
Thus  the  Lord  His  glory  raises ; 

Thus  He  fills  His  foes  with  shame ; 
Sing  ye  praises  ! 

Praises  to  the  victor's  name  ! 

Jesus  triumphs  :  countless  legions 

Come  from  Heaven  to  meet  their  King; 
Soon  in  yonder  blessed  regions 
We  shall  join  His  praise  to  sing ; 

Songs  eternal 
Shall  thro'  Heaven's  high  arches  ring. 
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HYMN  122.  L.  M. 

WHEN  I  the  lioly  grave  survey, 
Where  once  my  Saviour  deigned  to 
lie, 
I  see  fulfilled  what  prophets  say. 
And  all  the  power  of  death  defy. 

2  This  empty  tomb  shall  now  proclaim 

How    weak   the    bands   of    conquered 
death  ; 
Sweet  pledge  that  all  who  love  His  name 
Shall  rise  and  draw  immortal  breath. 

3  Jesus,  once  number'd  with  the  dead, 

Unseals  His  eyes  to  sleep  no  more ; 
And  ever  lives  their  cause  to  plead 

For  whom  the  pains  of  death  He  bore. 

4  Thy  risen  Lord,  my  soul !  behold  ; 

See  the  rich  diadem  He  wears  ! 
Thou  too  shalt  wear  a  crown  of  gold, 
A  crown  of  joy,  when  He  appears. 

5  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head, 

Yet,  gracious  God  !  Thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  flesh  forever  with  the  dead, 

Nor  lose  Thy  children  in  the  grave. 


HYMN  123.  S.  M. 

U  rpHE  Lord  is  risen  indeed  ;  " 
i   The  grave  hath  lost  its  prey  ; 

With  him  shall  rise  the  ransom'd  seed, 
To  reign  in  endless  day. 


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2  "The  Lord  is  risen  indeed;" 

He  lives,  to  die  no  more ; 
He  lives  His  people's  cause  to  plead, 
Whose  curse  and  shame  He  bore. 

3  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  ;  " 

Attending  angels,  hear ; 
Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed, 
The  joyous  tidings  bear. 

4  Then  take  your  golden  lyres, 

And  strike  each  living  chord : 
Join  all  the  bright,  celestial  choirs, 
To  sing  our  risen  Lord. 


HYMN  124.  P.  M. 

LIFT  your  glad   voices  in  triumph  on 
high. 
For  Jesus  hath  risen,  and  man  cannot 
die. 
Vain  were  the  terrors  that  gathered  around 
Him, 
And  short  the  dominion  of  death  and 
the  grave  ; 
He  burst  from  the  fetters  of  darkness  that 
bound  Him, 
Resplendent  in  glory  to  live  and  to  save. 
Loud  was  the  chorus  of  angels  on  high  — 
"The  Saviour  hath  risen,  and  man  shall 
not  die." 

2  Glory  to  God,  in  full  anthems  of  joy  : 
The  being  he  gave  us,  death  cannot  de- 
stroy ; 


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Sad  were  the  life  we  must  part  with  to- 
morrow, 
If  tears  were  our  birthright,  and  death 
were  our  end ; 

But  Jesus  hath  cheered  the  dark  valley  of 
sorrow, 
And  bade  us,  immortal,  to  heaven  as- 
cend. 

Lift  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 

Jesus  hath  risen,  and  man  shall  not  die. 


HYMN"  125.  L.M. 

"VrOW  at  the  Lamb's  high  royal  feast 
JL^      In  robes  of  saintly  white  we  sing. 
Through  the  Red  Sea  in  safety  brought 
By  Jesus,  our  immortal  King. 

2  O  depth  of  love !  for  us  He  drinks 

The  chalice  of  His  agony  ; 
For  us,  a  Victim  on  the  Cross, 
He  meekly  lays  Him  down  to  die. 

3  And  as  th'  avenging  Angel  pass'd 

Of  old  the  blood-besprinkled  door ; 
As  the  cleft  sea  a  passage  gave. 

Then  clos'd  to  whelm  th'  Egyptians  o'er; 

4  So  Christ,  our  Paschal  Sacrifice, 

Has  brought  us  safe  all  perils  through, 
AVhile  for  unleaven'd  bread,  we  need 
But  heart  sincere  and  purpose  true. 

5  Hail,  purest  Victim  Heav'n  could  find, 

The  powers  of  Hell  to  overthrow ! 
Who  didst  the  chains  of  Death  destroy, 
Who  dost  the  prize  of  Life  bestow. 


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6  Hail,  victor  Christ !  hail,  risen  King  ! 

To  Thee  alone  belongs  the  crown  ; 
Who  hast  the  heavenly  gates  unbarr'd, 
And   dragg'd  the  Prince  of   darkness 
down. 

7  0  Jesus !  from  the  death  of  sin 

Keep  ns,  we  pray ;  so  shalt  Thou  be 
The  everlasting  Paschal  joy 

Of  all  the  souls  new-born  in  Thee. 


ASCENSION. 

HYMN  126.  C.  M. 

HOSANNA  to  .the  Prince  of  light, 
Who  cloth'd  himself  in  clay ; 
Enter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 

Since  our  Emmanuel  rose  ; 

He  took  the  tyrant's  sting  away, 

And  conquer'd  all  our  foes. 

3  See,  how  the  Conqueror  mounts  aloft, 

And  to  His  Father  flies  ! 
With  scars  of  honour  in  His  flesh. 
And  triumph  in  His  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 

And  scatters  blessings  down 
From  the  right  hand  of  Majesty, 
On  the  celestial  throne. 
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Raise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 
To  reach  this  bless'd  abode ; 

Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs 
To  our  incarnate  God. 


HYMN  127.  C.  M. 

THE  Saviour  stood  on  Olivet ; 
His  earthly  task  was  o'er ; 
And  wherefore  should  He  linger  yet 

On  this  world's  dreary  shore  ? 
He  rais'd  on  high  His  hands  divine ; 

He  bless'd  His  faithful  train  ; 
Oh  !  when  shall  Adam's  guilty  line 
Such  blessings  hear  again  ? 

Then  slowly  tow'rds  th'  expecting  sky, 

The  sky's  Creator  rose ; 
Angelic  watchers,  ranged  on  high. 

Bade  Heaven's  bright  gates  unclose. 
And  in  He  came,  the  Lord  of  might. 

Eternal  and  Supreme ; 
Whose  presence  e'en  those  realms  of  light 

Illum'd  with  brighter  beam. 

0  Thou,  who  thus  exalted  art, 

On  whom  our  souls  rely. 
Grant  to  us  now,  in  mind  and  heart, 

To  dwell  with  Thee  on  high  ! 
And  when  at  length,  redeem'd  by  Thee, 

The  just  that  sleep  shall  rise ; 
With  theirs  our  happy  portion  be, 

A  home  beyond  the  skies. 


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HYMN  128.  P.  M. 

THE  Lord  ascendeth  up  on  high, 
The  Lord  hath  triumph'd  gloriously, 
In  pow'r  and  might  excelling; 
Hell  and  the  Grave  are  captive  led, 
Lo !  He  returns,  our  glorious  Head, 
To  His  eternal  dwellina; ! 

2  The  heav'ns  with  joy  receive  their  Lord, 
By  saints,  by  angel  hosts  adored ; 

0  day  of  exultation  ! 
O  earth  !  adore  Thy  glorious  King, 
His  rising,  His  ascension  sing. 

With  grateful  adoration. 

3  Our  great  High-Priest  hath  gone  before, 
Thence  on  His  Church  His  grace  to  pour. 

And  bring  us  to  salvation  ; 
O  may  our  hearts  to  Him  ascend. 
May  all  within  us  upward  tend 

With  joyful  expectation  ! 

4  By  saints  on  earth  and  saints  in  heav'n, 
All  praise  to  Christ  our  King  be  giv'n. 

Who  hath  to  heav'n  ascended; 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  of  heaven's  resplendent  host, 

Whose  reign  shall  ne'er  be  ended. 


HYMN  129.  in.  1 

HAIL  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise, 
Glorious,  to  His  native  skies  ! 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Enters  now  the  gates  of  heaven. 


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2  There  the  glorious  triumph  waits  ; 
Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates  I 
Christ  hath  vanquished  death  and  sin  ; 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in. 

3  See,  the  heaven  its  Lord  receives  ! 
Yet  He  loves  the  world  He  leaves : 
Though  returning  to  His  throne, 
Still  He  calls  mankind  his  own. 

4  Still  for  us  He  intercedes, 

His  prevailing  death  He  pleads ; 
Near  himself  prepares  our  place, 
Great  Forerunner  of  our  race. 

5  What,  though  parted  from  our  sight. 
Far  above  yon  starry  height ; 
Thither  our  affections  rise, 
Following  Him  beyond  the  skies. 


HYMN  130.  HL  5. 

LOOK,  ye  saints ;   the  sight  is  glorious  ; 
See  the  man  of  sorrows  now  ; 
From  the  fight  returned  victorious, 
Every  knee  to  Him  shall  bow  ; 

Crown  Him  ; 
Crowns  become  the  Victor's  brow. 

Crown  the  Saviour,  angels  crown  Him  ; 

Kich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings  ; 
On  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  Him, 

AVhile  the  heavenly  concert  rings : 
Crown  Him ; 

Crown  the  Saviour  King  of  kings. 


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Sinners  in  derision  crowned  Him, 
Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim  ; 

Saints  and  angels  bend  around  Him, 
Own  His  title,  praise  His  name  : 

Crown  Him  ; 
Spread  abroad  the  Victor's  fame  ! 

Hark  !  those  bursts  of  acclamation  ! 

Hark !  those  loud,  triumphant  chords  ! 
Lamb  of  God,  our  strong  salvation, 

O,  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 
Crown  him ; 

King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords. 


HYMN  131.  XL  4. 

THE  atoning  work  is  done 
The  Victim's  blood  is  shed. 
And  Jesus  now  is  gone 

His  people's  cause  to  plead; 
He  stands  in  Heaven  their  great  High  Priest, 
And  bears  their  names  upon  His  breast. 

2  He  sprinkles  with  His  blood 

The  mercy-seat  above ; 
For  justice  had  withstood 

The  purposes  of  love ; 
But  justice  now  withstands  no  more. 
And  mercy  yields  her  boundless  store. 

3  No  temple  made  with  hands. 

His  place  of  service  is  ; 
In  heaven  itself  he  stands, 

A  Heavenly  Priesthood  His. 
In  Him  the  shadows  of  the  law 
Are  all  fulfilled,  and  now  withdraw. 


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4  And  though  awhile  He  be 
Hid  from  the  eyes  of  men, 
His  people  look  to  see 

Their  great  High  Priest  again  ; 
In  brightest  glory  He  will  come, 
And  take  His  waiting  people  home. 


HYMN  132.  S.  M. 


I  "DEYOND  the  starry  skies, 


Far  as  th^  eternal  hills, 
(  There  in  the  boundless  world  of  light, 

J  Our  great  Redeemer  dwells. 

2  Around  Him  angels  fair. 

In  countless  armies  shine  ; 
And  ever,  in  exalted  lays, 
^  They  offer  songs  divine. 

3  "  Hail,  Prince  of  life  1"  they  cry, 

"Whose  unexampled  love, 
A  Moved  Thee  to  quit  those  glorious  realms 

And  royalties  above." 

4  And  when  He  stooped  to  earth, 
J  And  suffered  rude  disdain, 

,j  They  cast  their  honours  at  His  feet, 

V  And  waited  in  His  train. 

'V\ 

5  They  saw  Him  on  the  cross. 

While  darkness  veiled  the  skies. 
And  when  He  burst  the  gates  of  death. 
They  saw  the  Conqueror  rise. 

6  They  thronged  His  chariot  wheels. 

And  bore  Him  to  His  throne  ; 
Then  swept  their  golden  harps  and  sang, 
"The  glorious,  work  is  doue."^ 


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HYMN  133.  C.  M. 

BEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 
Amid  His  Father's  throne ; 
Prepare  new  honours  for  His  name, 
And  songs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  eldei-s  worship  at  His  feet, 

The  church  adore  around. 
With  vials  full  of  odours  sweet. 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 

Be  endless  honour  paid  ; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
Forever  on  His  head. 

4  Thou  hast  redeemed  our  souls  with  blood. 

Hast  set  the  prisoner  free, 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  Thee. 

5  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 

Are  put  beneath  Thy  power  ; 

Then  hasten  time's  delaying  pace, 

And  bring  the  promised  hour. 


HYMN  134.  m.  1. 

HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Live,  by  heaven  and  earth  adored ! 
Filled  with  Thee  let  all  things  cry. 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high. 


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Joined  with  those  beyond  the  sky. 
Chanters  to  the  Lord  most  high,, 
We  our  hearts  and  voices  raise, 
Echoing  Thine  eternal  praise. 


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3  Happy  they  who  never  rest, 

With  Thy  heavenly   presence  blest  ? 
They  the  heights  of  glory  see. 
Search  the  depths  of  Deity. 

4  Fain  with  them  our  souls  would  vie ; 
Sink  as  low,  and  mount  as  high  ; 
Fall,  o'erwhelmed  with  love,  or  soar; 
Shout,  or  silently  adore. 


HYMN  135.  L.  M. 

WHERE    high    the    heavenly    temple 
stands, 
The  house  of  God  not  made  with  hands, 
A  great  High-Priest  our  nature  wears, 
The  guardian  of  mankind  appears. 

2  Though  now  ascended  upon  high, 
He  bends  to  earth  a  brother's  eye ; 
Partaker  of  the  human  name. 

He  knows  the  frailty  of  our  frame. 

3  A  sufferer  once,  He  yet  retains 
A  brother'  feeling  for  our  pains ; 
And  still  remembers,  in  the  skies, 
His  tears,  His  agonies,  and  cries. 

4  In  every  pang  that  rends  the  heart, 
The  Man  of  sorrows  had  a  part ; 
With  sympathy  beholds  our  grief. 
And  to  the  sufferer  sends  relief. 

5  With  boldness,  therefore,  at  the  throne. 
Let  us  make  all  our  sorrows  known  ; 
And  supplicate  His  heavenly  power, 
To  help  us  in  the  evil  hour. 


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HYMN  136.  L.  M. 

REDEEMER,  now  Thy  work  is  done  ! 
Death  owns  Thy  power,  the  prize  is  won ! 
And  now  once  more  we  see  Thee  rise, 
Returning  to  Thy  native  skies. 

2  A  radiant  cloud  is  now  Thy  seat, 

And  earth  lies  stretcli'd  beneath  Thy  feet ; 
While  myriads,  in  their  bright  array, 
Attend  Thee  homeward  on  Thy  way. 

3  Beside  the  everlasting  gates 
The  angel-host  enraptur'd  waits  : 

He    comes.  He   comes,  and  God's   High 

Throne 
Receives  at  length  the  Holy  One. 

4  There,  Jesu,  Thou  hast  never  ceas'd 
To  be  our  Friend,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Pleading  in  our  behalf  Thy  Blood, 
That  holy,  reconciling  flood. 

5  And  thence  the  Church,  Thy  chosen  Bride, 
With  Thy  free  Spirit's  gifts  supplied. 
Through  all  her  members,  draws  from  Thee 
Her  hidden  life  of  sanctity. 


HYMN  137.  C.  M. 

JESUS,  in  Thee  our  eyes  behold 
A  thousand  glories  more 
Than  the  rich  gems,  and  polished  gold, 
The  sons  of  Aaron  wore. 

Once  in  the  circuit  of  a  year. 
With  blood,  but  not  their  own, 

Did  they  within  the  veil  appear, 
Before  the  golden  throne. 
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3  But  Christ,  by  His  own  powerful  blood, 

Ascends  above  the  skies. 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  God 
Shows  His  own  sacrifice. 

4  He  ever  lives,  to  intercede 

Before  His  Father's  face  ; 
For  us,  O  Lord,  in  mercy  plead, 
And  fill  us  with  Thy  grace ! 


HYMN  138.  L.  M. 

STAND  up,  my  soul,  thy  fears  dismiss, 
And  gird  the  Gospel  armour  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  bliss. 

Where  Jesus  thy  great  Captain's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  thy  foes  may  be. 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquish'd  foes ; 
Thy  Saviour  nailed  them  to  the  tree. 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  He  rose. 

3  Then  let  ray  soul  march  boldly  on, 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate ; 
There  peace  and  joy  and  palms  are  won, 
And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 

4  A  starry  crown  shall  be  my  prize. 

Triumphant  through  Almighty  grace, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 


Ill 


WHITSUNDAY. 


HYMN  139.  C.  M. 

OUR  blest  Redeemer,  ere  lie  breathed 
His  tender,  last  farewell, 
A  Guide,  a  Comforter  bequeathed, 
With  us  on  earth  to  dwell. 

2  He  came  in  tongues  of  living  flame, 

To  teach,  convince,  subdue; 
All-powerful  as  the  wind  He  came, 
And  all  as  viewless,  too. 

3  He  came,  sweet  influence  to  impart, 

A  gracious,  willing  Guest, 
While  He  can  find  one  humble  heart 
Wherein  to  fix  his  rest. 

4  And  His  that  gentle  voice  we  hear. 

Soft  as  the  breath  of  even. 
That  checks  each  fault,  that  calms  each 
fear, 
And  whispers  us  of  heaven. 

5  And  every  grace  our  souls  possess. 

All  good  that  we  have  knowTx ; 
And  every  thought  of  holiness, 
Are  His  and  His  alone. 


HYMN  140.  C.  M. 

SPIRIT  of  Truth  !  on  this  Thy  day 
To  Thee  for  help  we  cry. 
To  guide  us  through  the  dreary  way 
Of  dark  mortality. 


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2  We  ask  not,  Lord,  the  cloven  flame, 

Or  tongues  of  various  tone  ; 
But  long  thy  praises  to  proclaim, 
With  fervour  in  our  own. 

3  We  mourn  not  that  prophetic  skill 

Is  found  on  earth  no  more  ; 
Enough  for  us  to  trace  Thy  will, 
In  Scripture's  sacred  lore. 

4  We  neither  have  nor  seek  the  power 

111  demons  to  control, 
But  Thou  in  dark  temptation's  hour 
Shalt  chase  them  from  the  soul. 

5  Though  tongues  shall  cease    and    power 

decay, 
And  knowledge  empty  prove, 
Do  Thou  Thy  trembling  servants  stay 
With  faith,  with  hope,  with  love. 


HYMN  141.  C.  M. 

WHEN  first  the  Spirit  of  our  God 
Came  down  His  flock  to  find, 
A  voice  from  heaven  was  heard  abroad, 
A  rushing,  mighty  wind. 

2  Nor  doth  the  outward  ear  alone 

At  that  high  warning  start ; 
Conscience  gives  back  th'  appalling  tone  ; 
'Tis  echoed  in  the  heart. 

3  It  fills  the  Church  of  God;  it  fills 

The  sinful  woi-ld  around  ; 
Only  in  stubborn  hearts  and  wills 
No  place  for  it  is  found. 


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4  To  other  strains  such  souls  are  set: 

A  giddy  whirl  of  sin 
Fills  ear  and  brain,  and  will  not  let 
Heaven's  harmonies  come  in. 

5  Come,    Lord,  come  Wisdom,    Love,    and 

Power, 
Open  our  ears  to  hear ; 
Let  us  not  miss  th'  accepted  hour ; 
Save,  Lord,  by  love  or  fear. 


HYMN  142.  CM. 

WHEN  God   of   old   came  down  from 
Heaven, 
In  power  and  wrath  He  came ; 
Before  His  feet  the  clouds  were  riven. 
Half  darkness  and  half  flame. 

2  Around  the  trembling  mountain's  base 

The  prostrate  people  lay ; 
A  day  of  wrath  and  not  of  grace, 
A  dark  and  dreadful  day. 

3  But  when  He  came  the  second  time. 

He  came  in  power  and  love  ; 
Softer  than  gale  at  morning  prime 
Hover'd  His  holy  Dove. 

4  The  fires  that  rush'd  on  Sinai  down 

In  sudden  torrents  dread. 
Now  gently  light,  a  glorious  crown. 
On  every  sainted  head. 


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Like  arrows  went  those  lightnings  forth 
Winged  with  the  sinner's  doom, 

But  these  like  tongues,  o'er  all  the  earth 
Proclaiming  life  to  come. 

HYMN  143.  S.M. 

LORD  God,  the  Holy  Ghost, 
In  this  accepted  hour, 
As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
Descend  in  all  Thy  power ; 
We  meet  with  one  accord 
In  our  appointed  place, 
And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord, 
The  Spirit  of  all  grace. 

Like  mighty  rushing  wind 

Upon  the  waves  beneath, 
Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind, 

One  soul,  one  feeling  breathe  : 
The  young,  the  old  inspire 

W^ith  wisdom  from  above ; 
And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fire 

To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 

Spirit  of  light,  explore. 

And  chase  our  gloom  away, 
With  lustre  shining  more  and  more 

Unto  the  perfect  c'ay  : 
Spirit  of  truth,  be  Thou 

In  life  and  death  our  guide  ; 
O  Spirit  of  adoption,  now 

May  we  be  sanctified. 

HYMN  144.  L.  M. 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire. 
And  lighten  with  celestial  fire  : 
Thou  the  anointing  Spii'it  art. 
Who  dost  Thy  sevenfold  gifts  impart. 


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2  Thy  blessed  unct'ion  from  above 
Is  comfort,  life,  and  fire  of  love  ; 
Enable  with  perpetual  light 
The  dulness  of  our  blinded  sight. 

3  Keep  far  our  foes,  give  peace  at  home ; 
Where  Thou  art  guide  no  ill  can  come ; 
Teach  us  to  know  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Thee  of  both  to  be  but  one ; 

4  That  through  the  ages  all  along 
This  may  be  our  endless  song ; 
All  praise  to  Thy  eternal  merit. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit. 


HYMN  145.  L.  M. 

CREATOR  Spirit!  by  whose  aid 
The  world's  foundations  first  were  laid, 
Come,  visit  every  waiting  mind  ; 
Come,  pour  Thy  joys  on  human  kind. 

2  Thrice  Holy  Fount,  thrice  Holy  Fire, 
Our  hearts  with  heavenly  love  inspire ; 
Come,  and  thy  sacred  unction  bring 
To  sanctify  us,  while  we  sing. 

3  0  Source  of  uncreated  light. 
The  Father's  promised  Paraclete ! 
From  sin  and  sorrow  set  us  free. 
And  make  us  temples  worthy  Thee  ! 

4  Our  frailties  help,  our  vice  control, 
Subdue  the  senses  to  the  soul ; 

And  when  rebellious  they  are  grown. 
Then  lay  Thy  hand  and  hold  them  down. 


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5  Chase  from  our  minds  th'  infernal  foe, 
And  peace,  the  fruit  of  love  bestow  ; 
And  lest  our  feet  should  step  astray, 
Protect  and  guide  us  in  the  way. 

6  Make  us  eternal  truths  receive. 
And  practise  all  that  we  believe ; 
Give  us  Thyself,  that  we  may  see 
The  Father  and  the  Son,  by  Thee.  ' 


HYMN  146.  III.  1. 

SPIRIT,  poured  on  Pentecost, 
Paraclete  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Resting  on  the  Eternal  Son, 
Holy  !  uncreated  One  ! 
Breath  of  life  !  Thine  aid  impart, 
AVaken  every  slumbering  heart. 
Every  grovelling  soul  refiiie. 
With  Thy  power  and  grace  divine. 

Sanctifier  !   seal  our  hearts 

With  the  truth  Thy  word  imparts ; 

Sacred  truths  and  themes  instil. 

And  Thy  pleasure  all  fulfil ; 

There  let  Christ  replace  His  throne, 

And  possess  us  for  His  own. 

Till  our  bodies  all  shall  be 

Temples  to  Thy  Deity  ! 

Everlasting  Spirit !  come. 
Teach  us  life's  imperfect  sum ; 
All  on  earth  is  dark  and  drear. 
Changeful  as  the  changing  year  ; 
Raise  our  souls  from  things  of  earth. 
Subjects  of  a  better  birth, 
And  our  song  shall  be  of  Thee, 
Through  a  blest  eternity ! 


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HYMN  147.  P.M. 

HOLY  Spirit,  Lord  of  light, 
From  Thy  clear  celestial  height, 
Thy  pure  beaming  radiance  give  ; 
Come,  Thou  Father  of  the  poor, 
Come  with  treasures  which  endure, 
Come,  Thou  Light  of  all  that  live ! 

Thou  of  all  consolers  best, 
Visiting  the  troubled  breast. 

Dost  refreshing  peace  bestow  ; 
Thou  in  toil  art  comfort  sweet. 
Pleasant  coolness  in  the  heat. 

Solace  in  the  midst  of  woe. 

Light  immortal.  Light  divine. 
Visit  Thou  these  hearts  of  Thine, 

And  our  inmost  being  fill ; 
If  Thou  take  Thy  grace  away. 
Nothing  pure  in  man  can  stay, 

All  his  good  is  turn'd  to  ill. 

Thou  on  those  who  evermore 
Thee  confess  and  Thee  adore. 

In  Thy  sev'nfold  gifts  descend  ; 
Give  them  comfort  when  they  die, 
Give  them  life  with  Thee  on  high. 

Give  them  joys  which  never  end. 


HYMN  148.  CM. 

SPIRIT  Divine  ! — attend  our  prayer, 
And  make  our  hearts  Thy  home  ; 
Descend  with  all  Thy  gracious  power  : 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ! 


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2  Come  as  the  light — to  us  reveal 

Our  sinfulness  and  woe; 
And  lead  us  in  those  paths  of  life 
"Where  all  the  righteous  go. 

3  Come  as  the  fire,  and  purge  our  hearts, 

Like  sacrificial  flame ; 
Let  our  whole  soul  an  offering  be 
To  our  Redeemer's  name. 

4  Come  as  the  dew,  and  sweetly  bless 

This  consecrated  hour; 
May  barrenness  rejoice  to  own 
Thy  fertilizing  power. 

5  Come  as  the  wind,  with  rushing  sound, 

With  Pentecostal  grace ; 
And  make  the  great  salvation  known. 
Wide  as  the  human  race. 

6  Spirit  Divine,  attend  our  prayer. 

And  make  our  hearts  Thy  home  ; 
Descend  with  all  Thy  glorious  power, 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come ! 


HYMN  149.  S.M. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ; 
Let  Thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin  ; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood. 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  mercies  of  our  God. 


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3  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

4  'Tis  Thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

"To  sanctify  the  soul. 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come ;     - 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love. 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee. 


HYMN  150.  C.  M. 

TTTHY  should  the  children  of  a  King 
T  T     Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter,  descend,  and  bring 
Some  token  of  Thy  grace. 

2  Dost  Thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints. 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven? 
When  wilt  Thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  a  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood ; 
And  bear  Thy  witness  with  my  heart 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  His  love. 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come; 
And  Thy  soft  wings,  celestial  JDove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 


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HYMN  151.  III.  1. 


HOLY  GHOST  !  with  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost !  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine  ; 
Long  hath  sin  without  control. 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Hloly  Ghost !  with  joy  divine. 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine, 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Ghost !  Thou  Lord  divine, 
Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine; 
Cast  down  every  idol-throne, 
Keign  supreme,  and  reign  alone. 


TEINITY  SUNDAY. 

HYMN  152.  C.  M. 

HAIL !  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Whom  One  in  three  we  know  ; 
By  all  Thy  heavenly  host  adored, 
By  all  Thy  Church  below. 

2  One  undivided  Trinity, 

With  triumph  we  proclaim  ; 
Thy  universe  is  full  of  Thee, 
And  speaks  Thy  glorious  name. 


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3  Thee,  holy  Father,  we  confess ; 

Thee,  holy  Son,  adore  : 

Thee,  Spirit  of  true  holiness, 

We  worship  evermore. 

4  Hail !  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

Our  heavenly  song  shall  be  ; 
Supreme,  essential  One,  adored 
In  Coeternal  Three. 


HYMN  153.  S.  M. 

FATHER  in  whom  we  live. 
In  whom  we  are  and  move. 
The  glory,  power,  and  praise  receive. 
Of  Thy  creating  love. 

2  Incarnate  Deity, 

Let  all  the  ransomed  race 
Render  in  thanks  their  lives  to  Thee, 
For  Thy  redeeming  grace. 

3  Spirit  of  holiness. 

Let  all  Thy  saints  adore, 
1^  Thy  sacred  energy  and  bliss. 
Thy  heart-renewing  power. 

4  The  grace  to  sinners  show'd. 

Ye  heavenly  choirs  proclaim. 
And  cry  "  Salvation  to  our  God, 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb." 

5  Not  angel  tongues  can  tell 

Thy  love's  ecstatic  height. 
The  glorious  joy  unspeakable, 
The  beatific  sight. 
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6  Eternal,  Triune  Lord  : 
Let  all  the  hosts  above, 
Let  all  the  sons  of  men  record 
And  dwell  upon  Thy  love. 

^  "When  heaven  and  earth  are  fled, 
Before  Thy  glorious  face. 
Sing  all  the  saints  Thy  love  hath  made 
Thine  everlasting  praise. 


HYMN  154.  P.  M. 

HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
God  of  Hosts !  when  heaven  and  earth, 
Out  of  darkness  at  Thy  word. 

Issued  into  glorious  birth. 
All  Thy  works  before  Thee  stood. 
And  Thine  eye  beheld  them  good. 
While  they  sang  with  sweet  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  !  ^ 

Holy,  holy,  holy  1  Thee, 

One  Jehovah  evermore. 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit !  we. 

Dust  and  ashes,  would  adore ; 
Lightly  by  the  world  esteem'd. 
From  that  world  by  Thee  redeem'd, 
Sing  we  here  with  glad  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

Holy,  holy,  holy !     All 

Heaven's  triumphant  choirs  shall  sing, 
When  the  ransom'd  nations  fall 

At  the  footstool  of  their  King : 
Then  shall  saints  and  seraphim, 
Hearts  and  voices  swell  one  hymn, 
Round  the  Throne  with  full  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 


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HYMN  155.  III.  5. 

HOLY  Father,  great  Creator, 
Source  of  Mercy,  love  and  peace, 
Look  upon  the  Mediator, 
Clothe  us  with  His  righteousness  ; 
Heavenly  Father, 
Through  the  Saviour,  hear  and  bless. 

Holy  Jesus,  Lord  of  Glory 

Whom  angelic  hosts  proclaim. 

While  we  hear  Thy  wondrous  story, 
Meet  and  worship  in  Thy  name. 

Dear  Redeemer, 
In  our  hearts  Thy  peace  proclaim. 

Holy  Spirit,  Sanctifier, 

Come  with  unction  from  above, 
Raise  our  hearts  to  raptures  hio;her, 

Fill  them  with  the  Saviour's" love; 
Source  of  comfort. 

Cheer  us  with  the  Saviour's  love. 

God  the  Lord,  through  every  nation 
Let  thy  wondrous  mercies  shine  ; 

In  the  song  of  Thy  salvation 

Every  tongue  and  race  combine  ; 

Great  Jehovah, 
Form  our  hearts,  and  make  them  Thine. 


HYMN  156.  C.  M. 

THE  Lord  descended  from  above. 
And  bow'd  the  heavens  most  high, 
And  underneath  His  feet  He  cast 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 


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2  On  cherub  and  on  cherubim, 

Full  royally  he  rode, 
And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds, 
Came  flying  all  abroad. 

3  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods, 

Their  fury  to  restrain  ; 
And  He,  as  sovereign  Lord  and  King, 
For  evermore  shall  reijrn. 


Minor  feasts. 

THE  INNOCENTS'  DAY. 


HYMN  157.  C.  M. 

FIRSTLINGS  of  faith  !  the  murderer's 
knife 
Has  miss'd  its  deadliest  aim  : 
The  God  for  whom  they  gave  their  life 
For  them  to  suff'er  came  ! 

2  Though  feeble  were  their  days  and  few, 

Baptized  in  blood  and  pain, 
He  knows  them,  whom  they  never  knew, 
And  they  shall  rise  again. 

3  A  few  short  days  they  felt,  at  most, 

A  mother's  tender  love  ; 
But  they  are  now  a  glorious  host 
Around  Thy  throne  above. 


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HYMN  158.  CM. 

GREAT  God  we  own  Thy  sov'reign  hand, 
Thy  faithful  care  we  own  ! 
"Wisdom  and  love  are  all  Thy  ways, 
"When  most  to  ns  unknown. 

2  To  thee  we  yield  our  comforts  up  ; 

To  Thee  our  lives  resign  ; 
In  straits  and  dangers,  rich  and  safe, 
If  we  and  ours  are  Thine  ! 

3  Thy  saints  in  earlier  life  remov'd 

In  sweeter  accents  sing, 
And  bless  the  swiftness  of  their  flight 
That  bore  them  to  the  King ! 

4  The  burdens  of  a  lengthen'd  day 

With  patience  may  we  bear. 
And  in  our  dying  hours  attest 
Thy  wisdom,  love,  and  care ! 


THE  PKESENTATION  OF  CHEIST  IN  THE  TEMPLE. 

HYMN  159.  C.  M. 

LORD,  at  Thy  temple  we  appear. 
As  happy  Simeon  came. 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here ; 
O  make  our  joys  the  same ! 

2  With  what  divine  and  vast  delight 
The  good  old  man  was  fill'd, 
When,  fondly  in  his  wither'd  arms, 
He  claspM  the  holy  Child ! 
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3  "  Now  I  can  leave  this  world,"  he  cried: 

"  Behold  thy  servant  dies ; 
I've  seen  Thy  great  salvation,  Lord, 
And  close  my  peaceful  eyes : 

4  "This  is  the  light  prepar'd  to  shine 

Upon  the  Gentile  lands, 
Thine  Israel's  glory  and  their  hope, 
To  break  their  slavish  bands." 


6  Jesus  !  the  vision  of  thy  face, 
Hath  overpowering  charms  ! 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace. 
If  Thou  be  in  mv  arms. 


ALL  SAINTS. 


HYMN  160.  CM. 


0  JESUS,  Source  of  sanctity. 
In  whom  Thy  servants  live, 
All  glory  for  Thy  saints  to  Thee, 
Saviour  of  men,  we  give. 

2  All  glory  for  Thy  angel  train. 

Who  Heaven's  high  temple  throng ; 
All  glory  for  those  ancient  men, 
Who  sang  prophetic  song. 

3  All  glory  for  the  Messenger 

Who  came  Thy  face  before ; 
For  the  bless'd  Maid  all  glory,  her 
Who  Thee  incarnate  bore  : 


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4  All  glory  for  Thy  cliosen  band, 

To  whom  the  charge  was  given, 

To  publish  peace  from  land  to  land, 

And  keep  the  keys  of  Heaven. 

5  For  Thy  meek  priests,  a  goodly  choir ; 

For  them,  whose  annals  boast 
Youth,  maiden  mild,  and  hoary  sire, 
The  martyrs'  noble  host — 

6  For  these,  for  all  Thy  saints,  Thy  name 

We  laud,  and  pray  that  we. 
Strong  in  Thy  strength  may  follow  them, 
As  they  have  follow'd  Thee. 


HYMN  161.  C.  M. 

THE  Son  of  God  is  gone  to  war, 
A  kingly  crown  to  sfain ; 
His  blood-red  banner  streams  afar  : 
Who  follows  in  His  train  ? 

2  Who  best  can  drink  His  cup  of  woe. 

And  triumph  over  pain  ; 
Who  boldest  bears  His  cross  below, 
He  follows  in  His  train. 

3  A  glorious  band  the  chosen  few. 

On  whom  the  Spirit  came  ; 
Twelve  warrior-saints,  the  truth  they  knew. 
And  braved  the  cross  and  flame. 

4  They  climbed  the  dizzy  steep  of  heaven. 

Through  peril,  toil,  and  flame  ; 
0  God  !  to  us  may  grace  be  given 
To  follow  in  His  train. 


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KOGATION  DAY. 


HYMN  162.  C.  M. 

LORD,  in  Thy  name  Thy  servants  plead, 
And  Thou  hast  sworn  to  hear ; 
Thine  is  the  harvest,  Thine  the  seed, 
The  fresh  and  fading  year. 

2  Our  hope,  when  Autumn  winds  blew  wild, 

We  trusted.  Lord,  with  Thee ; 
And  still,  when  Spring  has  on  us  smiled, 
We  wait  on  Thy  decree. 

3  The  former  and  the  latter  rain, 

The  summer  sun  and  air. 
The  green  ear,  and  the  golden  grain, 
All  Thine,  are  ours  by  prayer. 

4  Thine  too,  by  right,  and  ours,  by  grace. 

The  wondrous  growth  unseen, 
The  hopes  that  soothe,  the  fears  that  brace, 
The  love  that  shines  serene. 

5  So  grant  the  precious  things  brought  forth, 

By  sun  and  moon  below, 
That  Thee  in  Thy  new  heaven  and  earth, 
We  never  may  forego. 


FAST  DAT. 


HYMN  163.  CM. 

COME,  let  our  souls  adore  the  Lord, 
Whose  judgments  yet  delay  ; 
Who  yet  suspends  the  lifted  sword. 
And  gives  us  time  to  pray. 


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2  Great  is  our  guilt,  our  fears  are  great, 

But  let  us  ijot  despair  ; 
Still  open  is  the  mercy-seat 
To  penitence  and  prayer. 

3  Kind  Intercessor,  to  Thy  love 

This  blessed  hope  we  owe  : 
Now  let  Thy  merits  plead  above, 
While  we  implore  below. 

4  Though  justice  near  Thy  awful  throne 

Attends  Thy  .dread  command, 
Lord,  hear  Thy  servants,  hear  Thy  son, 
And  save  a  guilty  land. 


HYMN  164.  C.  M. 

During  a  Pestilence. 

LET   the  land   mourn   through   all   its 
coasts. 
And  humble  all  its  state  ; 
Princes  and  rulers,  at  their  posts, 
Awhile  sit  desolate. 

2  Let  priests  and  people,  high  and  low, 

Eich,  poor,  and  great  and  small, 
Invoke,  in  fellowship  of  woe, 
The  Maker  of  them  all. 

3  For  God  hath  summon'd  from  his  place 

Death,  in  a  direr  form, 
To  waken,  warn,  and  scourge  our  race, 
Than  earthquake,  fire,  or  storm. 


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4  Let  Churches  weep  within  their  pale, 

And  families  apart ; 
Let  each  in  secrecy  bewail 
The  plague  of  his  own  heart. 

5  So  while  the  land  bemoans  its  sin, 

The  pestilence  may  cease, 
And  mercy  tempering  wrath,  bring  in 
God's  blessed  health  and  peace. 


HYMN  165.  L.  M. 

During  a  Pestilence. 

IT  is  the  Lord  ! — Behold  His  hand 
Outstretched  with  an  afflictive  rod; 
And  hark  !  a  voice  goes  through  the  land, 
"  Be  still,  and  know  that  I  am  God  1" 

2  Shall  we,  like  guilty  Adam,  hide 

In  darkest  shades  our  darker  fears  ? 
For  who  His  coming  may  abide  ? 

Or  who  shall  stand  when  He  appears  ? 

3  No, — Let  us  throng  around  His  seat ; 

No, — let  us  meet  Him  face  to  face, 
Prostrate  our  spirits  at  His  feet. 
Confess  our  sins,  and  sue  for  grace. 

4  Who  knows  but  God  wdll  hear  our  cries, 

Turn  swift  destruction  from  our  path, 
Restrain  His  judgments,  or  chastise 
In  tender  mercy,  not  in  wrath  ? 

5  He  will.  He  will,  for  Jesus  pleads ; 

Let  heaven  and  earth  His  love  record ; 
For  us,  for  us,  He  intercedes ; 

Our  help  is  nigh  : — it  is  the  Lord  ! 


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6  Into  His  Lands  then  let  us  fall, 

Come  health  or  sickness,  lite  or  death ; 
Whether  lie  send  us  balm  for  gall, 
Or  immortality  for  breath. 


THANKSGITING  DAT. 

HYMN  166.  L.  M. 

GREAT  God,  as  seasons  disappear, 
And  changes  mark  the  rolling  year ; 
As  time  with  rapid  pinions  flies, 
May  every  season  make  us  wise. 

2  Long  has  Thy  favour  crowned  our  days, 
And  summer  shed  again  its  rays  ; 

No  deadly  cloud  our  sky  has  veiled ; 
No  blasting  winds  our  path  assailed. 

3  Our  harvest  months  have  o'er  us  rolled, 
And  filled  our  fields  with  waving  gold  ; 
Our  tables  spread,  our  garners  stored  ! 
"Where  are  our  hearts  to  praise  the  Lord  ? 

4  The  solemn  harvest  comes  apace. 
The  closing  day  of  life  and  grace  : 
Time  of  decision,  awful  hour  ! 
Around  it  let  no  tempests  lower ! 

5  Prepare  us,  Lord,  by  grace  divine. 
Like  stars  in  heaven  to  rise  and  shine ; 
Then  shall  our  happy  souls  above 
Reap  the  full  harvest  of  Thy  love  ! 


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HYMN  167.  CM. 

'rpiS   by  Thy    strength  the  mountains 
JL.     stand, 

God  of  eternal  power  ! 
The  sea  grows  cahn  at  Thy  command, 
And  tempests  cease  to  lower. 

2  Thy  morning  light  and  evening  shade 

Successive  comforts  bring ; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvest  glad ; 
Thy  flowers  adorn  the  spring. 

3  Seasons  and  times,  and  moons,  and  hours, 

Heaven,  earth,  and  air  are  Thine ; 
When  clouds  distil  in  fruitful  showers, 
The  author  is  divine. 

4  Those  wandering  fountains  of  the  sky, 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
With  watery  treasures  well  supply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirsty  ridges  drink  their  fill. 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  blessings  still, 
Thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 


HYMN  168.  P.M. 

THE  God  of  harvest  praise ; 
In  loud  thanksQ^ivinGj  raise 
Hand,  heart,  and  voice ; 
The  valleys  smile  and  sing. 
Forests  and  mountains  ring. 


The  plains  their  tribute  bring, 
The  streams  rejoice. 


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2  Yea,  bless  His  Holy  Name, 
And  purest  thanks  proclaim 

Through  all  the  earth 
To  glory  in  your  lot 
Is  comely — but  be  not 
His  benefits  forgot, 

Amid  your  mirth, 

3  The  God  of  harvest  praise ; 
Hands,  hearts,  and  voices,  raise 

With  sweet  accord ; 
From  field  to  garner  throng, 
Bearing  your  sheaves  along, 
And  in  your  harvest  song 

Bless  ye  the  Lord. 


HYMN  169.  C.  M. 

LORD,  while  for  all  mankind  we  pray 
Of  every  clime  and  coast, 
O  hear  us  for  our  native  land. 
The  land  we  love  the  most. 

2  O  guard  our  shores  from  every  foe  ; 

AVith  peace  our  borders  bless, 
Our  cities  with  prosperity. 
Our  fields  with  plenteousness. 

3  Unite  us  in  the  sacred  love 

Of  knowledge,  truth,  and  Thee; 
And  let  our  hills  and  valleys  sing 
That  Christ  hath  made  us  free. 

4  Lord  of  the  nation,  thus  to  Thee 

Our  country  we  commend ; 
Be  Thou  her  refuge  and  her  trust, 
Her  everlasting  friend. 
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HYMN  110.  II.  4. 

BEFORE  the  Lord  we  bow, 
The  God  who  reigns  above, 
And  rules  the  world  below, 
Boundless  in  power  and  love. 
Our  thanks  we  bring, 
In  joy  and  praise, 
Our  hearts  we  raise 
To  heaven's  high  King 

The  nation  Thou  hast  blest. 

May  well  Thy  love  declare. 
From  foes  and  fears  at  rest, 
Protected  by  Thy  care. 
For  this  fair  land, 
For  this  bright  day, 
Our  thanks  we  pay. 
Gifts  of  Thy  hand. 

May  every  mountain  height, 

Each  vale  and  forest  green. 
Shine  in  Thy  word's  pure  light. 
And  its  rich  fruits  be  seen ! 
May  every  tongue 
Be  tuned  to  praise, 
And  join  to  raise 
A  grateful  song. 

Earth !  hear  Thy  Maker's  voice. 

The  great  Redeemer  own, 
Believe,  obey,  rejoice, 
And  worship  Him  alone. 
Cast  down  thy  pride, 
Thy  sin  deplore. 
And  bow  before 
The  Crucified. 


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And  when  in  power  He  comes, 
0  may  our  native  land, 
From  all  its  rending  tombs, 
Send  forth  a  glorious  band ; 

A  countless  throng 

Ever  to  sing, 

To  Heaven's  high  king 

Salvation's  son^r. 


HYMN  171.  HI.  1. 

After  a  Pestilence. 

WALKING  on  the  winged  wind, 
Fear  before  Him,  Death  behind ; 
When  the  Lord  came  down  in  wrath, 
Clouds  and  darkness  girt  his  path. 

2  Thence  abroad  His  arrows  flew, 
Thick  and  fast  they  smote  and  slew ; 
We  in  dust  and  ashes  lay. 

None  could  help,  but  all  could  pray. 

3  Prayer  prevail'd  amidst  despair, 
God  dehghts  to  answer  prayer ; 
Judgment  laid  its  terrors  by, 
Mercy  beam'd  o'er  earth  and  sky. 

4  Now  be  sorrow  turned  to  song, 
Let  the  bruised  reed  grow  strong. 
Smoking  flax  break  forth  and  blaze, 
Prayer  transform  itself  to  praise. 

5  Let  the  living  now  record 

All  the  goodness  of  the  Lord  ; 
Him  let  the  redeem'd  adore. 
Go  in  peace,  and  sin  no  more. 


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HYMN  172.  II.  4. 

SING  Hallelujah  ;  sing 
Glory  to  God  alone  ! 
Bring  oblations,  bring 

Thank-offerings  to  the  throne  ; 
Take  words  of  joy,  of  comfort  take, 
Awake  to  love,  to  life  awake. 

The  Lord  put  forth  His  hand, 

He  touched  us  and  we  died  ; 
Vengeance  went  through  the  land, 

But  mercy  walked  beside ; 
He  heard  our  prayers  :  He  saw  our  tears 
And  stay'd  the  plague  and  quell'd  our  fears. 

What  shall  we  give  to  Thee, 

O  Thou  whose  purer  eyes 
Behold  iniquity 

In  man's  best  sacrifice  ? 
Ourselves  we  give,  but  rest  our  claim 
On  Christ,  and  know  none  other  Name. 

For  Jesus'  sake  forgive 

Thy  people.  Lord,  and  spare 
To  Him  and  Thee  to  live, 

For  Thine  and  His  we  are ; 
The  quickening  Spirit  gave  us  breath. 
Thy  Son,  by  death,  has  conquer'd  death. 


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Baptism  anb  (Confirmation. 

HYMN  173.  P.  M. 

BLESSED  Jesus,  here  we  stand, 
Met  to  do  as  Thou  hast  spoken, 
And  this  child  at  thy  command 

To  the  Font  we  bring,  in  token 
That  to  Thee  it  here  is  given  ; 
For  of  such  shall  be  Thy  heaven. 

2  Yet,  Thy  warning  voice  is  plain. 

And  we  fain  would  heed  it  duly, 
"  He  who  is  not  born  again. 

Heart  and  life  renewing  truly, 
Born  of  water  and  the  spirit, 
Shall  My  kingdom  ne'er  inherit." 

3  Therefore  hasten  we  to  Thee, 

Take  the  pledge  we  bring,  oh  !  take  it ; 
Let  us  here  Thy  glory  see, 

And  in  tender  pity  make  it 
Now  Thy  child,  and  leave  it  never  ; 
Thine  on  earth  and  Thine  forever. 

4  Make  it,  Christ,  Thy  member  now, 

Shepherd,  take  Thy  lamb  and  feed  it, 
Prince  of  Peace,  its  peace  be  Thou, 

Way  of  Life,  to  Heaven,  oh!  lead  it; 
Lord,  this  branch  may  nothing  sever, 
Be  it  graff 'd  in  Thee  forever. 

5  Now  upon  Thy  heart  it  lies. 

What  our  hearts  so  dearly  treasure  ; 
Heavenward  lead  our  burden 'd  sighs, 

Pour  Thy  blessings  without  measure ; 
Write  the  name  we  now  have  given  ; 
Write  it  in  the  book  of  Heaven. 
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HYMN1V4.  CM. 

MY  God !  the  covenant  of  Thy  love 
Abides  forever  sure ; 
And  in  its  matchless  grace  I  feel 
My  happiness  secure. 

2  Since  Thou  the  everlasting  God, 

My  Father  art  become, 
Jesus  my  guardian  and  my  friend, 
And  heaven  my  final  home  : 

3  I  welcome  all  Thy  sovereign  will, 

For  all  that  will  is  love  ; 
And  when  I  know  not  what  Thou  dost, 
I  wait  the  light  above. 

4  Thy  covenant  in  the  darkest  gloom 

Shall  heavenly  rays  impart, 
And  when  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
Sustain  my  fainting  heart. 


HYMN  1'75.  C.  M. 

MY  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day. 
And  make  it  always  Thine, 
That  I  from  thee  no  more  may  stray, 
No  more  from  Thee  decline. 

2  Before  the  Cross  of  Him  who  died, 

Behold  I  prostrate  fall ; 

Let  every  sin  be  crucified. 

Let  Christ  be  all  in  all. 

3  Anoint  me  with  Thy  heavenly  grace, 

Adopt  me  for  Thine  own  ; 
That  I  may  see  Thy  glorious  face. 
And  worship  at  Thy  throne ! 


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4  May  the  dear  blood,  once  shed  for  me, 

My  blest  atonement  prove  ; 

That  I  from  first  to  last  may  be 

The  purchase  of  Thy  love ! 

5  Let  every  thought,  and  work,  and  word, 

To  Thee  be  ever  given  ; 
Then  life  shall  be  Thy  service,  Lord, 
And  death  the  gate  of  heaven  ? 


HYMN  176,  CM. 

YE  hearts  with  youthful  vigour  warm, 
In  willing  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear, 

2  "  The  soul  that  longs  to  see  My  face. 

Is  sure  My  love  to  gain ; 
And  those  that  early  seek  My  grace, 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain," 

3  What  object.  Lord,  ray  soul  should  move, 

If  once  compared  with  Thee  ? 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  see  ? 

4  Away,  ye  false,  delusive  toys, 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind ! 
*Tis  here  I  seek  my  highest  joys, 
And  here  true  bliss  I  find. 


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QLijt  Corb's  Bnppcv. 

HYMN  177.'  L.  M. 

?nnWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
JL   When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God^s  delight, 

And  friends  betrayed  Him  to  His  foes  : 

Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took   the  bread,  and  blessed,   and 
brake  ; 
What  love  through  all  His  actions  ran ! 
What   wondrous  words    of  grace    He 
spake ! 

"This  is  My  body,  broke  for  sin; 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food ;" 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  blessed  the  wine : 

"  This  the  new  covenant  in  My  blood." 

Jesus !  Thy  feast  we  celebrate  ; 

We    show   Thy    death,    we    sing   Thy 
name. 
Till  Thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 

The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 


HYMN  1V8.  C.  M. 

OGOD  unseen,  yet  ever  near, 
Thy  presence  may  we  feel ; 
And  thus  inspir'd  with  holy  fear, 
Before  Thine  altar  kneel. 

2  Here  may  Thy  faithful  people  know 
The  blessings  of  Thy  love; 
The  streams  that  through  the  desert  flow, 
The  manna  from  above 


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3  We  come,  obedient  to  Thy  word, 

To  feast  on  heavenly  food  ; 
Our  meat  the  Body  of  the  Lord, 
Our  drink  His  precious  Blood. 

4  Thus  may  we  all  Thy  words  obey, 

For  we,  0  God,  are  Thine ; 
And  go  rejoicing  in  our  way, 
Kenew'd  with  strength,  divine. 


HYMN  119.  HI.  2. 

BREAD  of  heaven,  on  Thee  I  feed, 
For  Thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed. 
Ever  may  my  soul  be  fed. 
With  the  true  and  living  Bread : 
Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied, 
Through  the  life  of  Him  that  died. 

Vine  of  heaven.  Thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice ; 
'Tis  Thy  wounds  my  healing  give ; 
To  Thy  cross  I  look  and  live  : 
Rooted,  grounded,  graff'd  in  Thee, 
A  living  branch  0  let  me  be. 


HYMN  180.  P.  M. 

BREAD  of  the  world  in  mercy  broken, 
Wine  of  the  soul  in  mercy  shed, 
By  whom  the  words  of  life  were  spoken, 
And  in  whose  death  our  sins  are  dead 

2  Look  on  the  heart  by  sorrow  broken. 
Look  on  the  tears  by  sinners  shed. 
And  be  Thy  Feast  to  us,  the  token 
That  by  Thy  grace  our  souls  are  fed. 


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HYMN  181.  L.  M. 

OGOD  of  mercy,  God  of  might, 
How  should  pale  sinners  bear  the  sight, 
It  as  Thy  power  is  surely  here, 
Thine  open  glory  should  appear  ? 

2  For  now  Thy  people  are  allow'd 

To  scale  the  mount  and  pierce  the  cloud, 
And  faith  may  feed  her  eager  view 
With  wonders  Sinai  never  knew. 

3  Fresh  from  th'  atoning  sacrifice 
The  world^s  Redeemer  bleeding  lies, 
That  man,  His  foe,  by  whom  He  bled, 
May  take  Him  for  his  daily  bread. 

4  Refresh  us,  Lord,  till  life  is  past, 
And  when  Thy  veil  is  drawn  at  last, 
Let  us  depart  where  shadows  cease, 
With  words  of  blessing  and  of  peace. 


HYMN  182.  L.  M. 

LORD,  I  am  Thine,  entirely  Thine, 
Purchas'd  and  sav'd  by  blood  divine ; 
With  full  consent  Thine  I  would  be. 
And  own  Thy  sov'reign  right  in  me. 

2  Here,  Lord,  my  flesh,  my  soul,  my  all, 
I  yield  to  Thee  beyond  recall  ; 
Accept  Thine  own,  withheld  too  long ; 
Accept  my  heart,  inspire  my  song. 

3  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  Thy  grace  ; 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransom'd  by  Immanuel's  blood. 


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4  Thine  woukl  I  live,  and  Thine  would  die, 
Be  Thine  thro'  all  eternity  ; 

The  vow  is  past  beyond  repeal, 
And  now  I  set  the  solemn  seal. 

5  Be  Thou  the  witness  of  my  vow ; 
Angels  and  men  behold  me  now, 
While  to  Thy  table  I  repair. 

And  seal  the  sacred  covenant  there. 

6  Here,  by  that  cross,  where  flows  the  blood 
That  bought  my  guilty  soul  for  God  ; 

.     Thee,  my  sole  Master,  now  I  call, 
And  consecrate  to  Thee  my  all. 

7  Do  Thou  assist  a  feeble  worm. 
The  great  engagement  to  perform  ; 
Thy  grace  can  full  assistance  lend, 
x\nd  on  that  grace  I  dare  depend. 


HYMN  183.  C.  M. 

FOR  mercies  countless  as  the  sands, 
AVhich  daily  I  receive 
From  Jesus,  my  Redeemer's  hands. 
My  soul,  what  canst  thou  give  ? 

2  Alas !  from  such  a  heart  as  mine, 

What  can  I  bring  Him  forth  ? 
My  best  is  stained  and  dyed  with  sin. 
My  all  is  nothing  worth. 

3  Yet  this  acknowledgment  I'll  make 

For  all  He  has  bestowed  ; 
Salvation's  sacred  cup  I'll  take, 
And  call  upon  my  God. 


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The  best  return  for  one  likef  me, 
So  wretched  and  so  poor, 

Is  from  His  gifts  to  draw  a  plea, 
And  ask  him  still  for  more. 


HYMN  184.  C.  M. 

LORD,  may  the  spirit  of  Thy  feast, 
The  earnest  of  Thy  love, 
Maintain  a  dwelling  in  our  breast. 
Until  we  meet  above. 

2  The  healing  sense  of  pardon'd  sin. 

The  hope  that  never  tires. 
The  strength  a  pilgrim's  race  to  win. 
The  joy  that  heaven  inspires  ; 

3  Still  may  their  light  our  duties  trace 

In  lines  of  hallowed  flame, 
Like  that  upon  the  prophet's  face. 
When  from  the  mount  he  came. 

4  But  if  no  more  with  kindred  dear 

The  broken  bread  we  share, 
Nor  at  the  sacred  board  appear 
To  breathe  the  grateful  prayer  ; 

5  Forget  us  not,  w^hen  on  the  bed 

Of  dire  disease  we  waste. 
Or  to  the  chambers  of  the  dead, 
And  bar  of  judgment  haste. 

6  Forget  not,  Thou  that  barest  the  woe 

Of  Calvary's  fatal  tree, 
Those  who  within  these  courts  below. 
Have  thus  remembered  Thee. 


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HYMN  185.  C.  M. 

IF  human  kindness  meets  return, 
And  owns  the  grateful  tie  ; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn, 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh  ; 

2  0,  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  Him,  who  died,  our  fears  to  quell ; 
Who  bore  our  guilt  and  woe  ! 

3  While  yet  in  anguish  He  survey'd 

Those  pangs  He  would  not  flee, 
What  love  His  latest  words  display'd  ; 
"  Meet  and  remember  me  !" 

4  Remember  Thee,  Thy  death.  Thy  shame. 

Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  ! 
0  memory  !  leave  no  other  name 
But  His  recorded  there. 


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HYMN  186.  C.  M. 

HOW  beautiful  the  feet  that  bring 
The  gladsome  tidings  here! 
What  gracious  messengers  e'en  now^ 
To  our  blest  eyes  appear ! 
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2  Thy  servants  speak — Thou  only  canst 
Tlie  hearing  ear  bestow  : 

They  smite  the  rock — but  thou  alone 
Dost  bid  the  waters  flow. 

3  They  seek — but  only  Thou  hast  skill 
To  bring  lost  wanderers' home  : 

They  call — but  'tis  Thy  love  compels 
And  then  the  invited  come. 

4  Lord,  Thou  art  with  them  of  a  truth, 
Lest  we  should  go  astray  ; 

'^^  The  twelve  bright  banners  go  before 

And  show  us  Canaan's  way. 


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Bless  we  our  God,  who  grants  us  here 

To  sing  in  Sion's  ways  ! 
Oh  when  on  heavenly  Sion's  hill. 

When  shall  we  sing  Thy  praise  ? 


HYMN  187.  C.  M. 

LORD,  Thine  appointed  servants  bless, 
That  they  may  faithful  be. 
To  preach  the  truth  in  righteousness, 
And  sinners  win  to  Thee. 

2  Uphold  them  by  Almighty  power, 

Thy  strength  divine  impart. 
And,  in  each  dark  and  trying  hour, 
Cheer  Thou  their  fainting  heart. 

3  In  holy  watchfulness  and  prayer, 

0  keep  them  near  Thy  side  ; 
May  they  with  loving  zeal  declare 
A  Saviour  crucified ! 


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4  Great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep,  draw  near, 
Thy  Spirit  now  be  given ; 
That  they  who  preach,  and  those  who  hear. 
May  sing  Thy  praise  in  heaven. 


HYMN  188.  0.  M. 

LET  Zion's  watchmen  all  awate. 
And  take  the  alarm  they  give ; 
Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God 
Their  solemn  charge  receive. 

2  'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import, 

The  pastor's  care  demands, 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart. 
And  fiU'd  a  Saviour's  hands. 

3  They  watch  for  souls'  for  which  the  Lord 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego  ; 
For  souls,  which  must  forever  live, 
In  raptures  or  in  woe. 

4  All  to  the  great  tribunal  haste 

The  account  to  render  there  ; 
And  should'st  Thou  strictly  mark  our  faults, 
Lord,  how  should  we  appear  ? 

5  May  they  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach, 

Their  own  Redeemer  see ; 
And  watch  Thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 
That  they  may  watch  for  Thee. 


HYMN  189.  L.M. 

SPIRIT  of  Light  and  Truth,  from  Thee 
Help  for  our  pastors  we  implore; 
May  they  with  open  heart  and  free 
Teach  all  Thy  word,  in  all  its  power. 


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2  When  foemen  gird  onr  tents  by  night, 

And   gathering  mists  hang  thick  and 
wide, 
Spirit  of  Counsel  and  of  Might, 
Their  pastoral  warfare  safely  guide. 

3  Or  if,  sore  tried  and  worn,  they  sigh, 

With  that  more  fearful  war  within, 
When  sorrow's  storms  are  loud  and  high, 
Or  fierce  temptations  move  to  sin  : 

4  Cheer  Thou  their  hearts,   and  Mightiest 

then, 
Come  ever  true,  come  ever  near. 
And  wake  their  strongest  love  again 
Spirit  of  God's  most  holy  fear. 


HYMN  190.  L.M. 

For  a  Convocation. 

POUR  out  Thy  Spirit  from  on  high  ; 
Lord,  Thine  assembled  servants  bless; 
Graces  and  gifts  to  each  supply. 

And  clothe  Thy  priests  with  righteous- 


2  Within  Thy  temple,  when  we  stand 

To  teach  the  truth,  as  taught  by  Thee  ; 
Saviour,  like  stars  in  Thy  right  hand, 
Let  Thine  anointed  pastors  be. 

3  Wisdom,  and  zeal,  and  faith  impart. 

Firmness  with  meekness,  from  above, 
To  bear  Thy  people  on  our  heart. 

And  love  the   souls  whom  Thou  dost 
love  : — 


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4  To  watch,  and  pray,  and  never  faint, 

By  day  and  night,  strict  guard  to  keep, 
To  warn  the  sinner,  cheer  the  saint. 

Nourish  Thy  Lambs,  and  feed  Thy  sheep. 

5  Then,  when  our  work  is  finish'd  here. 

In  humble,  hope  our  charge  resign  ; 
When  the  Chief  Shepherd  shall  appear, 
0  God  !  may  they  and  we  be  Thine. 


CONSECRATION  OF  A  CHURCH. 

HYMN  191.  L.  M. 

HERE,  in  Thy  name,  Eternal  God, 
We  build  this  earthly  house  for  Thee  : 
O  make  it  now  Thy  fix'd  abode. 
And  holy  let  Thy  temple  be. 

2  Here,  when  Thy  people  seek  Thy  face. 

And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live. 
Hear  Thou,  in  heaven,  Thy  dwelling-place, 
And  when  thou  hearest.  Lord,  forgive. 

3  Here,  when  Thy  messengers  proclaim 

The  blessed  gospel  of  Thy  Son  ; 
Still  by  the  power  of  His  great  name. 
Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 

4  When  children's  voices  raise  the  song, 

Hosanna  to  their  heavenly  King ; 
Let  heaven,  with  earth,  the  strain  prolong, 
Hosanna,  let  the  angels  sing. 
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5  But  will,  indeed,  Jehovah  deign 

Here  to  abide,  no  transient  guest  ? 
Here  will  our  great  Redeemer  reign, 
And  here  the  Holy  Spirit  rest  ? 

6  Thy  glory  never  hence  depart : 

Yet  choose  not,  Lord,  this  house  alone  ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  in  every  heart, 
In  every  bosom  fix  Thy  throne. 


HYMN  192.  C.  M. 

GREAT  Shepherd  of  Thy  people,  hear; 
Thy  presence  now  display  ; 
As  Thou  hast  given  a  place  for  prayer. 
So  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

2  Show  us  the  tokens  of  Thy  love. 

Our  feeble  hope  to  raise ; 
And  pour  Thy  blessing  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

3  Within  these  walls  be  holy  peace. 

Thy  mercy  here  reveal ; 
Here  give  the  cumber'd  soul  release, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal ! 

4  The  hearing  ear,  the  watchful  eye, 

The  contrite  heai-t  bestow ; 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow. 

5  May  we  in  faith  receive  Thy  word, 

In  faith  address  our  prayers ; 
And  in  the  presence  of  the  Lord 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 


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6  Here  may  Thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound, 
Enforced  by  grace  divine, 
Awaken  many  sinners  round, 
And  bend  their  wills  to  Thine. 


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HYMN  193.  P.  M. 

SEND  out  Thy  light  and  truth,  0  God ! 
With  sound  of  trumpet  from  above  ; 
Break  not  the  nations  with  Thy  rod, 
But  draw  them  as  with  cords  of  love ; 
Justice  and  mercy  meet; 

The  work  is  well  begun, 
Through  every  clime  their  feet. 
Who  bring  glad  tidings,  run; 
In  earth,  as  heaven.  Thy  will  be  done. 

Before  Thee  every  idol  fall, 

Rend  the  false  prophet's  veil  of  lies ; 
The  fulness  of  the  Gentiles  call, 
Be  Israel  saved,  let  Jacob  rise  : 
Thy  Kingdom  come  indeed. 

Thy  church  with  union  bless, 
All  scripture  be  her  creed. 
And  every  tongue  confess 
One  Lord, — the  Lord  our  Righteous- 
ness. 

Now  for  the  travail  of  His  soul, 
Messiah's  peaceful  reign  advance ; 

From  sea  to  sea,  from  pole  to  pole, 
He  claims  His  pledged  inheritance  : 


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O  Thou  most  mighty  !  gird 
Tlij  sword  upon  Thy  thigh, — 

That  two-edged  sword — Thy  word, 
By  which  Thy  foes  shall  die, 
Then  be  new-born  beneath  Thine  eye. 

So  perish  all  Thine  enemies, 

Their  enmity  alone  be  slain ; 
Them,  in  the  arms  of  mercy  seize, 

Breathe,   and    their   souls    shall    come 

again  : 
So  may  Thy  friends  at  length, 

Oft  smitten,  oft  laid  low, 
Forth,  like  the  sun  in  strength, 
Conquering,  to  conquer  go. 
Till  to  Thy  throne  all  nations  flow. 


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HYMN  194.  L.  M. 

RM  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake  ! 


Put    on    thy    strength !    the   nations 
shake  ! 
And  let  the  world  adoring  see, 

Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  Thee. 

2  Say  to  the  heathen  from  Thy  throne, 

I  am  Jehovah — God  alone  ! 
Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

3  Almighty  God  !  Thy  grace  proclaim, 

In  every  land,  of  every  name  ; 
Let  Zion's  time  of  favour  come  ; 

Oh  !  brinq;  the  tribes  of  Israel  home. 


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4  Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awa'ke  ! 

Put    on    Thy    strength  I    the    nations 
shake ! 
Let  hostile  powers  before  Thee  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour  Lord  of  all. 

HYMN  195.  F.  M. 

THOU,  whose  Almighty  word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 
And  took  their  flight ! 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray  ; 
And  where  the  gospel  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 
Let  there  be  light ! 

2  Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring 
On  Thy  redeeming  wing 

Healing  and  sight. 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind. 
Sight  tO/the  spirit-blind, 
oil,  now  to  all  mankind 
Let  there  be  light ! 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-2;iving,  holy  Dove, 

Speed  forth  Thy  flight ! 
Move  on  the  water's  face. 
Spreading  the  beams  of  grace. 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 

Let  there  be  light ! 

4  Blessed  and  Holy  Three, 
Glorious  Trinity, 

Wisdom,  Love,  Might  ! 
Wherever  souls  abide. 
Boundless  as  ocean  wide. 
Rolling  its  fullest  tide, 

Let  there  be  light  I 


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HYMN  196. 

FATTIER  of  all,  from  whom  we  trace 
Our  universal  kind, 
Teach  us  to  all  of  human  race 
To  show  a  brother's  mind. 

2  Saviour  of  men  !  'twas  Thine  the  pain 

Of  death  for  all  to  bear  ; 
In  concord  all  thy  followers  train 
One  hallowed  name  to  share. 

3  0  Spirit !  who  the  chosen  Fold 

Dost  wash  with  heav'nly  dew, 
Grant  Thou,  that  all  the  truth  who  hold 
May  peace  with  all  pursue. 

4  O  let  mankind  in  love  agree, 

Sons  of  one  parent  stock  ! 
But,  chief,  may  Christian  verity 
Unite  the  Christian  flock. 

5  May  truth  to  all  that  hear  its  sound 

A  bond  of  union  prove. 
And  fellowship  of  faith  be  crown'd 
With  fellowship  of  love. 


HYMN  197.  C.  M. 

DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  from  the  dust, 
Exalt  thy  fallen  head  ; 
Aojain  in  thy  Redeemer  trust, 
"He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 

2  Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength, 
Thy  beautiful  array  ; 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 


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3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  tliy  bounds  enlarge, 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth ; 
Say  to  the  South,  "  Give  up  thy  charge, 
And  keep  not  back,  0  North !" 

4  They   come,    they   come ;     thine    exiled 

bands, 
Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands. 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 

5  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn. 

And  God  his  works  destroy, 
With  songs  the  ransom'd  shall  return, 
And  everlasting  joy. 


HYMN  198.  III.  5. 

O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
Look,  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze ! 
See  the  promises  advancing 
To  a  glorious  day  of  grace  ; 

Morn  of  gladness 
Let  thy  glorious  dawn  appear. 

Let  the  dark  benighted  pagan. 

Let  the  rude  barbarian  see 
That  divine  and  glorious  conquest, 

Once  obtained  on  Calvary; 
Let  the  Gospel 

Loud  resound,  from  pole  to  pole. 

Kingdoms  wide,  that  sit  in  darkness, 
Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 

Now,  from  eastern  coast  to  western. 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 

Let  Redemption 
Freely  purchased  win  the  day. 


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Fly  abroad,  tliou  miglity  Gospel, 
Win  and  conquer,  never  cease : 

May  thy  lasting  wide  dominions 
Multiply  and  still  increase  : 

Sway  Thy  sceptre. 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 


HYMN  199.  S.  M. 

LORD  of  the  harvest,  hear 
Thy  needy  servants'  cry  ; 
Answ^er  our  faith's  effectual  prayer, 
And  all  our  wants  supply. 

2  On  Thee  we  humbly  wait. 

Our  wants  are  in  Thy  view ; 
The  harvest.  Lord,  is  truly  great, 
The  labourers  ai'e  few. 

3  Anoint  and  send  forth  more 

Into  Thy  Church  abroad. 
Thy  Spirit  on  their  spirits  pour. 
And  make  them  strong  for  God. 

4  0  let  them  spread  Thy  name. 

Their  mission  fully  prove ; 

Thy  universal  grace  proclaim. 

Thine  all-redeemino-  love. 


HYMN  200.  C.  M. 

WORKMAN  of  God  !  0  lose  not  heart, 
But  learn  what  God  is  like  ; 
And  in  the  darkest  battle-field 
Thou  shalt  know  where  to  strike. 


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2  0  bless'd  is  he  to  whom  is  given 

The  instinct  that  can  tell 
That  God  is  on  the  field,  when  He 
Is  most  invisible  ! 

3  And  bless'd  is  he  who  can  divine 

Where  real  right  doth  lie, 
And  dares  to  take  the  side  that  seems 
Wrong  to  man's  blindfold  eye  ! 

4  O  learn  to  scorn  the  praise  of  men! 

O  learn  to  love  with  God  ! 
For  Jesus  won  the  world  through  shame, 
And  beckons  thee  His  road. 

5  For  right  is  right,  since  God  is  God, 

And  right  the  day  must  win  ; 
To  doubt  would  be  disloyalty, 
To  falter  would  be  sin. 


HYMN  201.  L.  M. 

YE  Christian  heroes,  go  proclaim 
Salvation  through  Immanuel's  name  ; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear. 
And  plant  the  Rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  He'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire. 
With  fiaraing  zeal  your  breasts  inspire  ; 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  hush  the  tempest  into  peace. 

3  And  when  your  labours  all  are  o'er> 
Then  we  shall. meet  to  part  no  more  ; 
Meet,  with  the  blood-bought  throng  to  fall, 
And  crown  Messiah  Lord  of  all. 

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HYMN  202.  L.  M. 

Ezekiel  xlvii.  8,  9. 

GREAT  Source  of  being  and  of  love, 
Thou  waterest  all  the  worlds  above, 
And  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 
From  Thine  exhaustless  fountain  flow. 

2  A  sacred  spring,  at  Thy  command, 
From  Zion's  mount,  in  Canaan's  land. 
Beside  Thy  temple,  cleaves  the  ground, 
And  pours  its  limpid  stream  around. 

3  The  limpid  stream,  with  sudden  force 
Swells  to  a  river  in  its  course  ; 
Through  desert  realms  its  windings  play 
And  scatter  blessings  all  the  way. 

4  Close  by  its  banks,  in  order  fair. 
The  blooming  trees  of  life  appear; 
Their  blossoms  fragrant  odours  give, 

.    And  on  their  fruit  the  nations  live. 

5  To  the  dead  sea  the  waters  flow, 
And  carry  healing  as  they  go ; 

Its  poisonous  woes  their  power  confess, 
And  all  its  shores  the  fountain  bless. 

6  Flow  wondrous  stream,  with  glory  crown'd. 
Flow  on  to  earth's  remotest  bound ; 

And  bear  us  on  thy  gentle  wave 
To  Him  who  all  thy  virtues  gave. 


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HYMN  203.  IV.  1. 

OCOME,  let  us  raise 
Our  tribute  of  song  ; 
Thanksgiving  and  praise 

To  Jesus  belong ; 
He  came  from  above 
Our  bliss  to  begin, 
Make  perfect  in  love, 
And  free  us  from  sin. 

2  The  old  and  the  young. 

His  people  by  choice, 
With  heart,  soul,  and  tongue, 

In  Him  may  rejoice : 
We  meet  Him  to-day 

Triumphantly  crown'd, 
And  welcome  His  way. 

In  chorus  around. 

3  Hosanna! — that  word 

To  children  is  dear ; 
To  Jesus  our  Lord, 

We'll  echo  it  here  ; 
Let  worldlings  despise, 

And  enemies  rail, 
Hosannas  shall  rise, 

Hosannas  prevail. 

4  God's  temple  shall  ring. 

While  under  His  eye, 
Hosanna  we  sing, 

For  Jesus  draws  nigh  : 


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Hosanna !  our  breath 

Throug-li  life  shall  proclaim  ; 
Hosanna  !  in  death, 

In  glory,  the  same ! 


HYMN  204.  II.  6. 

WHEN  His  salvation  bringing 
To  Zion  Jesns  came. 
The  children  all  stood  singing 

Hosanna  to  His  name  ; 
Nor  did  their  zeal  offend  Him, 

But  as  He  went  along, 
He  let  them  still  attend  Him, 
And  smiled  to  hear  their  song. 
Hosanna  to  Jesus  they  sang. 

And  since  the  Lord  retaineth 

His  love  to  children  still, 
Though  now  as  King  He  reigneth 

On  Zion's  heavenly  hill  ; 
We'll  flock  around  His  banner 

Who  sits  upon  His  throne, 
And  cry  aloud  Hosanna 

To  David's  royal  Son  : 

Hosanna  to  Jesiis  we'll  sing. 

For  should  we  fail  proclaiming 

Our  great  Redeemer's  praise, 
The  stones  our  silence  shaming 

Would  their  Hosannas  raise. 
But  shall  we  only  render 

The  tribute  of  our  words  ? 
No  ;  while  our  hearts  are  tender, 

They  too  shall  be  the  Lord's. 
Hosanna  to  Jesus  our  King. 


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HYMN  205.  P.  M. 

WHEN  spring-  nnloclvs  the  flowers 
To  paint  the  laughing  soil, 
When  snmmer's  balmy  showers 

Refresh  the  mower's  toil ; 
When  winter  binds  in  frosty  chains 

The  fallow  and  the  flood, 

In  God  the  earth  rejoiceth  still. 

And  owns  its  Maker  good. 

2  The  birds  that  wake  the  morning, 

And  those  that  love  the  shade ; 
The  winds  that  sweep  the  mountain,  * 

Or  hill  the  drowsy  glade. 
The  sun  that  from  his  amber  bower 

Rejoiceth  on  his  way. 
The  moon  and  stars  their  Master's  name 

In  silent  pomp  display. 

3  Shall  man,  the  lord  of  nature, 

Expectant  of  the  sky. 
Shall  man,  alone  unthankful. 

His  little  praise  deny? 
No,  let  the  year  forsake  his  course, 

The  seasons  cease  to  be, 
Thee,  Master,  must  we  always  love. 

And  Saviour,  honour  Thee. 

4  The  flowers  of  spring  may  wither, 

The  hope  of  summer  fade, 
The  autumn  droop  in  winter 

The  birds  forsake  their  shade. 
The  winds  be  lull'd,  the  sun  and  moon 

Forget  their  old  decree. 
But  we,  in  nature's  latest  hour, 

Oh  Lord !  will  cling  to  Thee. 
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HYMN  206.  C.  M. 

GREAT   God,    with   wonder   and   with 
praise, 
On  all  Thy  works  I  look  ; 
But  still  Thy  wisdom,  power,  and  grace, 
Shine  brightest  in  Thy  book. 

2  The  stars,  that  in  their  courses  roll. 

Have  much  instruction  given  ; 
But  Thy  good  word  informs  my  soul 
How  I  may  climb  to  heaven. 

3  The  fields  provide  me  food,  and  show 

The  goodness  of  the  Lord  ; 
But  fruits  of  life  and  glory  grow 
In  Thy  most  holy  word. 

4  Here  are  my  choicest  treasures  hid, 

Here  my  best  comfort  lies  ; 

Here  my  desires  are  satisfied. 

And  hence  my  hopes  arise. 

5  Lord,  make  me  understand  Thy  law, 

Show  what  my  faults  have  been  ; 
And  from  Thy  gospel  let  me  draw 
Pardon  for  all  my  sin. 


HYMN  207.  HL  3. 

TT/'HAT  a  strange  and  wondrous  story, 
T  T     From  the  Book  of  God  is  read — 
How  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory 
Had  not  where  to  lay  His  head. 

2  How  He  left  His  throne  in  heaven, 
Here  to  suffer,  bleed,  and  die. 
That  my  soul  might  be  forgiven. 
And  ascend  to  God  on  high. 


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Father  !  let  Thy  Holy  Spirit 

Still  reveal  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  prepare  me  to  inherit 

Glory  where  He  reigns  above  ; 

There,  with  saints  and  angels  dwelling,  Q*    /j\/ 
May  I  that  great  love  proclaim,  /^^ 

And  with  them  be  ever  telling, 
All  the  wonders  of  His  name. 


HYMN  208.  C.  M. 

BLEST  be  the  wisdom  and  the  power. 
The  justice  and  the  grace, 
That  joined  in  counsel  to  restore, 
And  save  our  ruined  race. 

2  Blest  be  the  Lord  that  sent  His  Son 

To  take  our  flesh  and  blood  : 

He  for  our  lives  gave  up  His  own. 

To  make  our  peace  with  God, 

3  He  honoured  all  His  Father's  laws. 

Which  we  have  disobeyed  ;  ., 

He  bore  our  sins  upon  the  cross,  ^ 

And  our  full  ransom  paid. 

4  Behold  Him  rising  from  the  grave, 

Behold  Him  raised  on  high  : 

He  pleads  His  merits  there  to  save 

Transgressors  doomed  to  die. 


HYMN  209.  C.  M. 

OLORD,  behold  before  Thy  throne 
A  band  of  children  lowly  bend  ; 
Thy  face  we  seek.  Thy  name  we  own. 
And  pray  that  Thou  wilt  be  our  friend. 


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2  Thou  didst  on  earth  the  young  receive, 

And  gently  fold  them  to  Thy  breast, 
And  say  that  such  in  heaven  should  live, 
For  ever  safe,  for  ever  blest. 

3  Thy  Holy  Spirit's  aid  impart, 

That  He  may  teach  us  how  to  pray ; 
Make  us  sincere,  and  let  each  heart 
Delight  to  tread  in  wisdom's  ways. 

4  Oh,  let  Thy  grace  our  souls  renew, 

And  seal  a  sense  of  pardon  there  ; 
Teach  us  Thy  will  to  know  and  do. 
And  let  us  a!l  Thine  image  bear. 


HYMN"  210.  HI.  2. 

WORDS  are  things  of  little  cost, 
Quickly  spoken,  quickly  lost ; 
We  forget  them,  but  they  stand 
Witnesses  at  God's  right  hand, 
And  their  testimony  bear 
For  us,  or  against  us  there. 

Oh,  how  often  ours  have  been 
Idle  words  and  words  of  sin  ! 
Words  of  anger,  scorn,  or  pride, 
Or  deceit,  our  faults  to  hide. 
Envious  tales,  or  strife  unkind. 
Leaving  bitter  thoughts  behind. 

Grant  us.  Lord,  from  day  to  day, 
Strength  to  watch,  and  grace  to  pray  : 
May  our  lips,  from  sin  kept  free. 
Love  to  speak  and  sing  of  Thee ; 
Till  in  heaven  we  learn  to  raise 
Hymns  of  everlasting  praise. 


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HYMN  211.  S.  M. 

BEWARE  of  Peter's  word, 
Nor  confidently  say, 
"  I  never  will  deny  the  Lord," 
But,  "  Grant  I  never  may." 

2  Our  wisdom  is  to  seek 

Our  strength  in  God  alone, 
For  e'en  an  ang-el  would  be  weak, 
Who  trusted  in  his  own. 

3  Retreat  beneath  his  wings, 

And  in  his  grace  confide ; 
This  more  exalts  the  King  of  kings 
Than  all  his  works  beside. 

4  In  Jesus  is  our  store  ; 

Grace  issues  from  his  throne  ; 
Whoever  says,  "  I  want  no  more," 
Confesses  he  has  none. 


HYMN  212.  S.  M 

I  OFTEN  say  my  prayers. 
But  do  I  ever  pray  ? 
Or  do  the  wishes  of  my  heart. 
Suggest  the  words  I  say  ? 

2  I  may  as  well  kneel  down 

And  worship  gods  of  stone, 
As  off"er  to  the  living  God 
A  prayer  of  words  alone. 

3  For  words  without  the  heart 

The  Lord  will  never  hear ; 
Nor  will  He  ever  those  regard 
Whose  prayers  are  insincere. 


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Lord  !  teach  me  what  I  want, 
And  teach  me  how  to  pray ; 

Nor  let  me  e'er  implore  thy  grace, 
Not  feeling  what  I  say. 


Infant  ^cl)ools. 

HYMN  213.  p.  M. 

AROUND  the  throne  of  God  in  Heaven 
Thousands  of  children  stand, 
Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 

A  holy,  happy  band. 
Singing — Glory  !  glory  !  glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

2  In  flowing  robes  of  spotless  white, 

See  every  one  arrayed, 
DweUing  in  everlasting  light, 

And  joys  that  cannot  fade. 
Singing — Glory  !  glory  !  glory  ! 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

3  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above. 

That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 
Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 

How  came  those  children  there  ? 
Singing — Glory  !  glory  !  glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

4  Because  the  Saviour  shed  His  blood 

To  wash  away  their  sin. 
Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood 

Behold  them  white  and  clean. 
Singing — Glory  !  glory  !  glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 


16Y 

On  earth  they  loved  the  Saviour's  name, 
On  earth  they  sought  His  grace, 

Lo  now  they  stand  before  the  Lamb, 
And  see  His  blessed  face. 

Singing — Glory  !  glory  !  glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

HYMN  214.  P.  M. 

THERE  is  a  happy  land,  far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand,  bright, 
bright  as  day. 
0,  how  they  sweetly  sing. 
Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King, 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 
Praise,  praise  for  aye. 

Come  to  that  happy  land,  come,  come  away ; 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand,  why  still  de- 
lay? 
O,  we  shall  happy  be. 
When  from  sin  and  sorrow  free  ! 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  Thee, 
Blest,  blest  for  aye. 

Bright,  in  that  happy  land,  beams  ev'ry  eye ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand,  love  cannot  die. 

O,  then  to  glory  run ; 

Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won  ; 

And  bright,  above  the  sun, 
We  reign  for  aye. 


HYMN  215.  HL  1. 

LITTLE  .travellers,  Zionward, 
Each  one  entering  into  rest, 
In  the  kingdom  of  your  Lord, 
In  the  mansions  of  the  blest, 


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There,  to  welcome,  Jesus  waits. 

Gives  the  crowns  His  followers  win — 

Lift  your  heads  ye  golden  gates  ! 
Let  the  little  travellers  in. 

2  Who  are  they  whose  little  feet, 

Pacing  life's  dark  journey  through, 
Now  have  reach'd  that  heavenly  seat, 

They  had  ever  kept  in  view  ? 
"I, from  Greenland's  frozen  land  ;"• 

"  I,  from  India's  sultry  plain  ;" 
"  I,  from  Afric's  burning  sand  ;" 

"  I,  from  islands  of  the  main." 

3  "All  our  earthly  journey  past. 

Every  tear  and  paiii  gone  by. 
Here  together  met  at  last. 

At  the  portal  of  the  sky ! 
Each  the  welcome  '  Come'  awaits, 

Conquerors  over  death  and  sin  !" 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates, 

Let  the  little  travellers  in  ! 

HYMN  216.  IV.  3. 

I  THINK  when  I  read  that  sweet  story 
of  old. 
When  Jesus  was  here  among  men. 
How  He  called  little  children  as  lambs  to 
His  fold, 
I  should  like  to  have  been  with  them 
then. 

2  I  wish  that  His  hands  had  been  placed  on 
my  head. 
That  His  arm  had  been  thrown  around 
me. 
And  that  I  might  have  seen  His  kind  look 
when  He  said, 
"  Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  Me." 


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3  Yet  still  to  His  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go, 

And  ask  for  a  share  in  His  love ; 
And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  Him  below, 
I  shall  see  Him  and  hear  Him  above ; 

4  In  that  beautiful  place  He  is  gone  to  pre- 

pare 
For  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiven ; 
Full    many  dear   children    are  gathering 
there, 
*'  For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven." 

5  But  thousands  and  thousands  who  wander 

and  fall, 
Never  heard  of  that  heavenly  home : 
I  wish  they  could  know  there  is  room  for 

them  all, 
And  that  Jesus  has  bid  them  to  come. 

6  And  oh,  how  I  long  for  that  glorious  time, 

The  sweetest  and  brightest  and  best. 
When   the   dear  little    children  of  every 
clime, 
Shall  crowd  to  His  arms  and  be  blest ! 


(Uliaritable  ©ccasions. 

HYMN  217.  S.  M. 

SOW  in  the  morn  thy  seed ; 
At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand ; 
To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed, 
Broad-cast  it  o'er  the  land. 
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2  Thou  know'st  not  wliicli  shall  thrive, 

The  late  or  early  sown ; 
Grace  keeps  the  precious  germ  alive, 
When  and  wherever  strown  : 

3  And  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength. 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
And  the  full  corn  at  length. 

4  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain  ; 

Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dry. 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 


HYMN  218.  C.  M. 

JESUS,  My  Lord,  how  rich  Thy  grace ! 
Thy  bounties  how  complete ! 
How  shall  I  count  the  matchless  sum  ? 
How  pay  a  tribute  meet  ? 

2  High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light 

Exalted  Thou  dost  shine  ; 
"What  can  my  poverty  bestow^. 
When  all  the  worlds  are  Thine  ? 

3  But  Thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 

The  partners  of  Thy  grace  ; 
And  wilt  confess  their  humble  name. 
Before  Thy  Father's  face. 

4  In  them  Thou  may'st  be  clothed  and  fed, 

And  visited  with  cheer  ; 
And  in  their  accents  of  distress, 
My  Saviour's  voice  I  hear. 


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Thy  face,  with  reverence  and  with  love, 

I  in  Thy  poor  would  see ; 
O  let  me  rather  boo-  my  bread, 

Than  keep  it  back  from  Thee. 

HYMN  219.  L.  M. 

WHEN  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
What  were  his  works  from  day  to  day, 
But  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 
Tliat  spread  salvation  through  our  race  ? 

Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  Thy  steps  pursue ; 
Let  alms  bestowed,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling-  sun. 

Tliat  man  may  breathe,  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives,  but  nothing  gives  ; 
Whom  none    can    love,  whom  none  can 

thank. 
Creation *s  blot,  creation^s  blank  I 

But  he  who  marks,  from  day  to  day, 
By  works  of  love,  his  radiant  way. 
Treads  the  game  path  his  Saviour  trod, 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 


HYMN  220.        D.C.M. 

LORD,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went. 
By  lane  and  cell  obscure. 
And  let  love's  treasures  still  be  spent, 

Like  His,  upon  the  poor: 
Like  him  through  scenes  of  deep  distress, 

Who  bore  the  w^orld's  sad  weight, 
We,  in  their  crowded  loneliness, 
Would  seek  the  desolate. 


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For  Thou  liast  plac'd  iis  side  by  side, 

In  this  wide  world  of  ill, 
And,  that  Thy  followers  may  be  tried, 

The  poor  are  with  us  still. 
Mean  are  all  offerings  we  can  make, 

But  Thou  hast  taught  us.  Lord ! 
If  given  for  the  Saviour's  sake, 

They  lose  not  their  reward. 


^t  Sea. 

HYMN  221.  III.  1. 

LORD,  go  with  us,  and  we  go 
Safely  through  the  weariest  length, 
Travelling,  if  Thou  will'st  it  so. 
In  the  greatness  of  Thy  strength. 

2  Through  the  day  and  through  the  dark, 
Over  land  and  over  sea. 
Speed  the  wheel,  and  steer  the  bark, 
Bring  us  where  we  fain  would  be. 


HYMN  222.  S.  M. 

OTHOU  who  didst  prepare 
The  ocean's  sounding  deep. 
And  bid  the  gath'ring  waters  there 
In  mighty  concourse  sweep  : 

2  Toss'd  in  our  reeling  bark 
On  this  tumultuous  sea. 
Thy  wondrous  ways,  0  Lord,  we  mark, 
And  lift  our  hearts  to  Thee. 


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3  Borne  on  the  stormy  wave, 

In  measured  sweep  we  go. 
Nor  dread  th'  unfatliomable  grave 
That  ever  yawns  below. 

4  Jesns  is  nigh  who  trod 

Of  old  that  foaming  spray. 
Whose  billows  ownM  th'  Incarnate  God, 
And  died  in  cahn  away. 

5  Tho'  swells  the  threatening  tide 

Mounting  to  heaven  above. 
We  know  in  whom  our  souls  confide. 
And  fearless  trust  His  love. 


6  SnatchM  from  a  darker  deep. 

And  waves  of  wilder  foam, 
Thou,  Lord,  our  trusting  souls  shalt  keep, 
And  waft  them  safely  home. 

7  Home  where  no  tempests  sound, 

Nor  angiy  waters  roar. 
Nor  troublous  billows  heave  around 
Th'  eternal,  peaceful  shore. 


HYMN  223.  III.  5. 

GOD  the  Lord  a  King  remaineth, 
Robed  in  His  own  glorious  light ;  ^' 

God  hath  robed  Him,  and  He  reigneth  ;  ^ 

He  hath  girdetl  Him  with  might : 

Hallelujah  ! 
God  is  King  in  depth  and  height. 
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2  Lord  !  the  water-iloods  have  lifted, 

Ocean-floods  have  raised  their  roar, 
Now  they  pause  where  they  have  drifted, 
Now  they  burst  upon  the  shore  : 

Hallelujah  ! 
From  the  ocean's  sounding  store. 

3  With  all  tones  of  w^aters  blending 

Glorious  is  the  breaking  deep  ; 
Glorious,  beauteous  without  ending, 

God  who  reigns  on  heaven's  high  steep. 

Hallelujah ! 
Songs  of  ocean  never  sleep. 

4  Lord  !  the  words  Thy  lips  are  telling 

Are  the  perfect  verity  ; 
Of  Thine  high,  eternal  dwelling 
Holiness  shall  inmate  be  : 

Hallelujah  ! 
Pure  is  all  that  lives  with  Thee. 


fnncmiQ. 


HYMN  224.  L.  M. 

ASLEEP  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep  ! 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep ; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus,  oh!  how  sweet, 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet; 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 
That  death  hath  lost  its  painful  sting. 


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3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest! 
Wliose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear,  no  woe  shall  dim  that  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus,  oh !  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be ; 
Securely  shall  my  a^^hes  lie, 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus !  far  from  thee 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be ; 
But  there  is  still  a  blessed  sleep. 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 


HYMN  225.  C.  M. 

NOT  for  the  pious  dead  we  w^eep ; 
Their  sorrows  now  are  o'er ; 
The  sea  is  calm,  the  tempest  past, 
On  that  eternal  shore. 

2  Their  peace  is  sealed,  their  rest  is  sure, 

Within  that  better  home  ; 
Awhile  we  weep  and  linger  here, 
Then  follow  to  the  tomb. 

3  And  though  no  visioned  dream  of  bliss. 

Nor  trance  of  rapture  show 
Where,  on  the  bosom  of  their  God, 
They  rest  from  human  woe, 

4  Jesus!  our  shadowy  path  illume, 

And  teach  the  chastened  mind 
To  welcome  all  that's  left  of  good, 
To  all  that's  lost  resigned. 


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HYMN  226.  S.  M. 

SERVANT  of  God,  well  done ! 
Thy  glorious  warfare's  past; 
The  battle's  fought,  the  race  is  won, 
And  thou  art  crowned  at  last. 

2  In  condescending  love, 

Thy  ceaseless  prayer  He  heard; 
And  bade  thee  suddenly  remove 
To  thy  complete  reward. 

3  With  saints  enthroned  on  high, 

Thou  dost  thy  Lord  proclaim, 
And  still  to  God  salvation  cry — 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb  ! 

4  0  happy,  happy  soul ! 

Henceforth,  whate'er  thy  place, 
Long  as  eternal  ages  roll, 
To  see  thy  Saviours  face. 

5  Redeemed  from  earth  and  pain, 

Ah  !  when  shall  we  ascend. 

And  all  in  Jesus'  presence  reign 

With  our  translated  friend  ? 


HYMN  227.  HL  5. 

THERE  in  peace  his  dust  is  laid, 
Jesus  watches  o'er  his  bed ; 
There  in  certain  hope  to  lie 
Till  the  trumpet  shakes  the  sky. 

2  One  more  safe  ;  the  race  is  run  I 
Bright  and  brighter  was  the  sun, 
Till  the  shining  noon-day  glowed 
O'er  the  pilgrim's  heavenward  road. 


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3  Yet  a  few  more  changing  days, 
Winter's  cold,  and  sun's  briglit  rays ; 
Yet  a  few  more  flowers  to  dress 
Earth's  prolific  wilderness ! 

4  Then  from  the  believer's  tomb 

Light  of  heaven  shall  chase  the  gloom, 
While  the  charnel-house  shall  shake  ; 
First  the  dead  in  Christ  shall  wake. 

5  Glorious  hour  !  though  sons  of  men 
Know  not  how  and  know  not  when, 
Lord !  'tis  thine  to  choose  the  day. 
Ours  to  wait,  and  watch  and  pray. 


HYMN  228.  P.  M. 

THOU  art  gone  to  the  gravel    but  we 
will  not  deplore  thee. 
Though  sorrow  and  darkness  encompass 
the  tomb ; 
The  Saviour  hath  passed  through  its  por- 
tals before  thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  His  love  is  thy  guide 
through  the  gloom. 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave !  we  no  longer 
behold  thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world 
by  thy  side ; 
But  the  wide  arras  of  mercy  are  spread  to 
enfold  thee. 
And  sinners  may  die,  for  the  Sinless  hath 
died. 


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3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave !  and,  its  man- 

sion forsaking-, 
What  though  thy   weak  spirit  in  fear 

lingered  long : 
The  sunshine  of  Paradise  beamed  on  thy 

waking, 
And  the  sound  which  thou  heard'st  was 

the  seraphim's  song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave !  but  we  will 

not  deplore  thee, 
For  God  was  thy  Ransom,  thy  Guardian, 

and  Guide : 
I  He  gave  thee,  He  took  thee,  and  He  will 

restore  thee ; 
And  death  hath  no  sting,  for  the  Saviour 

hath  died. 


HYMN  229.  HI.  1. 

U  n  PIPJT,  leave  thy  house  of  clay ; 

kJ  Ling'ring  dust,  resign  thy  breath ; 
Spirit,  cast  thy  chains  away  ; 

Dust,  be  thou  dissolved  in  death!" 
Thus  the  mighty  Saviour  speaks, 

While  the  faithful  Christian  dies ; 
Thus  the  bonds  of  life  he  breaks, 

And  the  ransom'd  captive  flies. 


2  "Prisoner,  long  detained  below. 

Prisoner,  now  with  freedom  blest, 
Welcome  from  a  world  of  woe ; 
Welcome  to  a  land  of  rest :" 


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Thus  the  choir  of  angels  sing, 

As  they  bear  the  soul  on  high, 
While  with  hallelujahs  ring  \/ 

All  the  regions  of  the  sky*. 


Grave  !  the  guardian  of  our  dust, 

Grave  !  the  garner  of  the  skies, 
Every  relic  in  thy  trust 

Rests  in  hope  again  to  rise  ! 
Hark  !  the  judgment  trumpet  calls— 

"  Soul,  rebuild  thy  house  of  clay ; 
Immortality  thy  walls, 

And  eternity  thy  day." 


HYMN  230.  S.  M. 

THE  voice  at  midnight  came ; 
He  started  up  to  hear ; 
A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame. 
He  fell,  but  felt  no  fear. 

2  Tranquil  amid  alarms, 

It  found  him  on  the  field, 
A  veteran  slumbering  on  his  arms. 
Beneath  his  red-cross  shield. 

3  At  midnight  came  the  cry, 

"  To  meet  thy  God,  prepare  !" 
He  Avoke — and  caught  his  Captain's  eye. 
Then  strong  in  faith  and  prayer, 

4.  His  spirit  with  a  bound. 

Left  its  encumbering  clay ; 
His  tent,  at  sunrise,  on  the  ground, 
A  darkened  ruin  lay. 


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180 

The  pains  of  death  are  past, 
Labour  and  sorrow  cease  ; 

And  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 
His  soul  is  found  in  peace> 


Jfntiitation. 


.,    HYMN  231.  III.  5. 

COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy. 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore  ; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
And  His  heart  with  love  runs  o'er; 

He  is  able. 
He  is  willinor :  doubt  no  more. 


Come,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome ; 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 

Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh, 
Without  money. 

Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 


Let  not  doubtings  make  you  linger 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  : 

All  the  fitness  He  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  Him  : 

This  He  gives  you, 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 


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4  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Your  Redeemer  prostrate  lies ; 

On  the  bloody  tree  behold  Him  ! 

Hear  Him  cry,  before  He  dies, 

It  is  finish'd ! 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

5  Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God  ascending 

Pleads  the  merit  of  His  blood  ; 
Venture  on  Him— venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  ; 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

6  Saints  and  angels,  joined  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb  ; 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 

Sweetly  echo  with  His  name ; 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 


HYMN  232.  HL  5. 

COME,  ye  souls,  by  sin  afflicted, 
Bow'd  with  fruitless  sorrow  down  ; 
By  the  perfect  law  convicted. 

Through  the  cross  behold  the  crown  ! 
Look  to  Jesus, 
Mercy  flows  from  Him  alone. 

Take  His  easy  yoke,  and  wear  it, 

Love  will  make  obedience  sweet  ; 
Christ  will  give  you  strength  to  bear  it. 
While  Hi^  wisdom  guides  your  feet 
Safe  to  glory, 
Where  His  ransom'd  captives  meet. 
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182 

Sweet  as  home  to  pilgrims  weary, 
Light  to  newly  opened  eyes, 

Or  full  springs  in  deserts  dreary, 
Is  the  rest  the  cross  supplies  : 
All  who  taste  it 

Shall  to  joys  immortal  rise. 


HYMN  233.  C.  M. 

LO  !  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms  ; 
He  calls,  He  bids  you  come  : 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms, 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room. 

2  0  come,  and  with  His  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  His  love  ; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

3  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice. 

Before  th'  eternal  throne. 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  ecstacies  unknown. 

4  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come  : 
Ye  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore  ; 
Oh  !  come,  there  yet  is  room. 


HYMN  234.  L.  M. 

BEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door  ! 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before, 
Has  waited  long — is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 


183 

2  0  lovely  visitor  !  He  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  bleeding  hands 
O  matchless  kindness,  for  He  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  His  foes ! 

3  But  will  He  prove  my  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will ;  the  very  friend  you  need  ; 
The  friend  of  sinners — yes,  'tis  He, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine  ; 
Turn  out  His  enemy  and  thine, 
That  sonl-destroying  monster,  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in. 


HYMN  235.  H.  6. 

COME  unto  Christ,  ye  weary. 
And  He  will  give  you  rest ; 
Like  the  belov'd  disciple. 

Come,  lean  upon  His  breast ; 
There,  free  from  every  sorrow. 
Come,  and  forget  your  care  ; 
For  sin  shall  ne'er  o'ercome  you, 
Nor  grief  oppress  you  there. 

Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  spoken. 

Your  great,  unchanging  Friend, 
Whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken, 

Whose  love  shall  never  end  ; 
Whoe'er  my  word  receiving, 

Comes,  without  fear  or  doubt. 
Repenting  and  believing, 

"  I  will  not  cast  him  out  !'* 


184 

Say  not,  ye  are  too  evil 

So  great  a  boon  to  crave  ; 
'Tvvas  sinners,  not  tlie  righteous, 

He  stooped  from  heaven  to  save ; 
Then  come,  ye  heavy-laden  ! 

From  all  your  sorrows  cease  ; 
Come,  rest  upon  His  promise, 

Believe,  and  be  at  peace. 


HYMN  236.  P.  M. 

STRIVE,  for  the  way  is  strait 
In  which  the  Saviour  trod, 
And  narrow  is  the  gate 

That  leadeth  up  to  God. 
Cut  off  th'  offending  hand, 

Pluck  out  th'  offending  eye  ; 
Turn -ye  at  God's  command  : 
Sinners,  why  will  ye  die  ? 

Strive,  for  there  are  but  few 

Who  find  the  living  way. 
And  why,  alas !  will  you 

Still  blindly  go  astray  ? 
0,  shun  the  crowded  gate. 

Though  wide  it  seem  and  fair, 
'Twill  briug  you,  soon  or  late. 

To  anguish  and  despair. 

Strive,  ere  life's  setting  sun 

Shall  sink  in  thickest  gloom  : 
Strive,  night  is  coming  on. 

Ye  hasten  to  the  tomb. 
Ask,  mercy  shall  be  given  ; 

Seek,  as  for  hidden  gold  ; 
Knock,  and  the  Lord  of  heaven 

The  gates  will  wide  unfold. 


185 

HYMN  237.  C.  M. 

COME,  sinner,  to  the  gospel  feast ; 
0,  come  without  delay  ; 
For  there  is  room  in  Jesus'  breast 
For  all  who  will  obey. 

2  There's  room  in  God's  eternal  love 

To  save  thy  precious  soul ; 
Room  in  the  Spirit's  grace  above 
To  heal  and  make  thee  whole. 

3  There's  room  within  the  church  below 

For  that  dear  soul  of  thine — 
Room  'mid  the  white-robed  throng  that 
know 
The  depths  of  love  divine ! 

4  There's  room  in  heaven  with  those  that 

bear 
Bright  harps  and  crowns  of  gold  ; 
And  glorious  palms  of  victory  there, 
And  joys  that  ne'er  were  told. 

5  There's  room  around  thy  Father's  board 

For  thee  and  thousands  more  ; 
0,  come  and  welcome  to  the  Lord ; 
Believe — obey — adore  ! 


HYMN  238.  P.  M. 

WE'RE  travelling  home  to  heaven  above, 
To  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love  ; 
Millions  have  reached  that  blest  abode, 
Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  millions  more  are  on  the  road  : 
Will  you  go  ? 
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186 

We  haste  to  see  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
In  rapturous  strain  to  praise  His  name  ; 
The  crown  of  life  we  there  shall  wear, 
The  conqueror's  palms  our  hands  shall  bear, 
And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  we'll  share  : 
Will  you  go  ? 

We  go  to  join  the  heavenly  choir, 
To  raise  our  voice  and  tune  the  lyre; 
There  saints  and  angels  gladly  sing 
Hosanna  to  their  God  and  King, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring  : 
Will  you  go  ? 

Ye  weary,  heavy-laden,  come. 
In  the  blest  house  there  still  is  room  ; 
The  Lord  is  waiting  to  receive. 
If  thou  wilt  on  Him  now  believe. 
He  will  thy  troubled  soul  relieve  : 
Will  you  go  ? 


HYMN  239.  IH.  3. 

"  ITERCY,  0  Thou  Son  of  David  !" 
Ifx  Thus  blind  Bartimeus  prayed  ; 
"  Others  by  Thy  word  are  saved. 
Now  to  me  afford  Thine  aid." 


2  None  to  Jesus'  feet  would  aid  him, 
But  he  called  the  louder  still ; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bade  him 
"  Come,  and  ask  Me  what  you  will." 


18Y 

3  "  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness  ; 

Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day  !" 
Straiglit  he  saw,  and,  won  by  kindness, 
Followed  Jesus  in  the  way. 

4  Oh  !  methinks  I  hear  him  praising. 

Telling  forth  to  all  around  : 
"  Friends,  is  not  the  grace  amazing  ? 
What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  ! 

5  "Oh  !  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  Him, 

And  would  be  advised  by  me ! 
Surely  they  would  listen  to  Him, 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 


HYMN  240.  m.  1, 

COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer; 
He  Himself  has  bid  thee  pray. 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring ; 
For  His  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  "With  my  burden  I  begin : 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ; 
Let  Thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt. 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 


188 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

6  "While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  Thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 
As  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

6  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew  ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith. 
Let  me  die  Thy  people's  death. 


HYMN  241.  CM. 

AUTHOR  of  good,  to  Thee  we  turn, 
To  Thee  for  help  we  fly  ; 
Thine  eye  can  all  our  wants  discern. 
Thy  hand  alone  supply. 

2  0  let  Thy  fear  within  us  dwell. 

Thy  lov^e  our  footsteps  guide  ; 
That  love  shall  all  vain  loves  expel, 
That  fear  all  fear  beside. 

3  And  since  by  passion's  force  subdued. 

Too  oft,  with  stubborn  will. 

We  blindly  shun  the  latent  good. 

And  grasp  the  specious  ill ; 

4  Not  to  our  wish,  but  to  our  want, 

Do  Thou  Thy  gifts  supply  ; 
The  good,  unask'd,  in  mercy  grant. 
The  ill,  though  ask'd,  deny. 


189 

HYMN  242.  L.  M. 

FROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, , 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, 
A  place  of  all  on  earth  most  sweet ; 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend. 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend  ; 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  we  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sense  and  sin  becloud  no  more ; 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

5  Oil !  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill. 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still. 
This  throbbing  heart  forget  to  beat. 
If  I  forget  the  mercy-seat. 


HYMN  243.  P.  M. 

MY  spirit  lotigeth  for  Thee 
To  dwell  within  my  breast, 
Though  I  am  all  unworthy 
Of  so  divine  a  guest ! 

2  Of  so  divine  a  guest 

Unworthy  though  I  be  ; 
Yet  hath  my  heart  no  rest 
Until  it  come  to  Thee ! 


190 

3  Until  it  come  to  Thee, 

In  vain  I  look  around ; 
In  all  that  I  can  see 
No  rest  is  to  be  found.. 

4  No  rest  is  to  be  found 

But  in  Thy  bleeding  love  : 
Oh  !  let  my  wish  be  crown'd, 
And  send  it  from  above  ! 


HYMN  244.  L.  M. 

0  MIGHTY  is  the  power  of  prayer, 
The  promise  large  and  true ; 
The  feeblest  heart  need  not  despair 
With  these  to  bear  it  through. 

2  Though  darkest  clouds  o'ercast  the  sky, 

Though  deep  call  out  to  deep, 
Pray,  and  behold  the  Saviour  nigh, 
To  bless,  to  guide,  to  keep. 

3  Therefore  pray  always,  never  faint. 

Nor  deem  unheard  your  cry ; 
The  feeblest  prayer  of  feeblest  saint. 
Brings  answer  from  on  high. 


HYMN  245.  C.  M. 

LORD,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright. 
With  reverence  and  with  fear  ; 
Though  dust  and  ashes  in  Thy  sight, 

We  may,  we  must  draw  near  : 
We  perish  if  we  cease  from  prayer, 

Oh  !  grant  us  power  to  pray  ; 
And,  when  to  meet  Thee  we  prepare. 
Lord,  meet  us  by  the  way. 


191 

2  BurdenM  with  guilt,  convinced  of  sin 

In  weakness,  want,  and  wo. 
Fightings  without,  and  fears  within, 

Lord,  whither  shall  we  go  ? 
God  of  all  grace,  we  bring  to  Thee, 

The  broken,  contrite  heart : 
Give  what  Thine  eye  delights  to  see, 

Truth  in  the  inward  part. 

3  Give  deep  humility — the  sense 

Of  godly  sorrow  give  ; 
A  strong  desiring  confidence 

To  see  Thy  face  and  live ; 
Faith  in  the  only  sacrifice 

That  can  for  sin  atone, 
To  cast  our  hopes,  to  fix  our  eyes. 

On  Christ — on  Christ  alone  ; 

4  Patience  to  watch,  and  wait,  and  weep. 

Though  mercy  long  delay ; 
Courage,  our  fainting  souls  to  keep, 

And  trust  Thee,  though  Thou  slay  : 
Give  these,  and  then  Thy  will  be  done ; 

Thus  strengthened  with  all  might. 
We  by  Thy  Spirit,  through  Thy  Son, 

Shall  pray,  and  pray  aright. 

HYMN  246.  II.  3. 

Wresthng  Jacob. — Genesis  xxxii.  24-32. 

PART    I. 

COME,  0  Thou  Traveller  unknown, 
Whom  still  I  hold,  but  cannot  sec  ! 
My  company  before  is  gone. 

And  1  am  left  alone  with  Thee  : 
With  Thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay 
And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 


192 

I  need  not  tell  Thee  who  I  am, 

My  misery  and  sin  declare  ; 
Thyself  hast  call'd  me  by  my  name, 

Look  on  Thy  hands  and  read  it  there  ; 
But  who,  I  ask  Thee,  who  art  Thou  ? 
Tell  me  Thy  name,  and  tell  me  now. 

In  vain  Thou  strugglest  to  get  free, 
I  never  will  unloose  my  hold  ! 

Art  thou  the  Man  that  died  for  me  ? 
The  secret  of  Thy  love  unfold  ; 

Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  Thee  go. 

Till  I  Thy  Name,  Thy  Nature  know. 

Wilt  Thou  not  yet  to  me  reveal 
Thy  new,  unutterable  Name  ? 

Tell  me,  I  still  beseech  Thee,  tell : 
To  know  it  now,  resolved  I  am  : 

Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  Thee  go. 

Till  I  Thy  Name  and  Nature  know. 

What  though  my  shrinking  flesh  complain. 
And  murmur  to  contend  so  long  ? 

I  rise  superior  to  my  pain  : 

When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  strong ! 

And  when  my  all  of  strength  shall  fail, 

I  shall  with  the  God-Man  prevail. 


PART    II. 

Yield  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak  ; 

But  confident  in  self-despair  : 
Speak  to  my  heart,  in  blessings  speak  : 

Be  conquer'd  by  my  instant  prayer ; 
Speak,  or  Thou  never  hence  shalt  move, 
And  tell  me  if  Thy  Name  is  Love. 


193 

'Tis  Love !  'tis  Love  !  Thou  diedst  for  me  : 
1  hear  Thy  whisper  in  my  heart! 

The  morning  breaks,  the  shadows  flee, 
Pure,  universal  love  Thou  art : 

To  me,  to  all,  Thy  mercies  move, 

Thy  Nature  and  Thy  Name  is  Love. 

My  prayer  hath  power  with  God  :  the  grace 

Unspeakable  I  now  receive  ; 
Through  faith  I  see  Thee  face  to  face ; 

I  see  Thee  face  to  face,  and  live ! 
Oh,  not  in  vain  I  wept  and  strove  : 
Thy  Nature  and  Thy  Name  is  Love. 

I  know  Thee,  Saviour,  who  Thou  art, 
Jesus,  the  feeble  sinner's  friend  : 

Nor  wilt  Thou  with  the  night  depart, 
But  stay  and  love  me  to  the  end ; 

Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove  ; 

Thy  Nature  and  Thy  Name  is  Love. 

The  Sun  of  Righteousness  on  me 

Hath  ris'n,  with  healing  in  His  wrings ; 

Wither'd  my  nature's  strength,  from  Thee 
My  soul  its  life  and  succour  brings  ; 

My  help  is  all  laid  up  above ; 

Thy  Nature  and  Thy  Name  is  Love. 


6  Contented  now  upon  my  thigh 

I  halt  till  life's  short  journey  end  ; 
All  helplessness,  all  w^eakness,  I 

On  Thee  alone  for  strength  depend ; 
Nor  have  I  power  from  Thee  to  move  ; 
Thy  Nature  and  Thy  Name  is  Love. 
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194 

Lame  as  I  am,  I  take  the  prey  ; 

Hell,  earth,  and  sin,  with  ease  o'ercome  ; 
I  leap  for  joy,  pursue  my  way. 

And  as  a  bounding  hart  fly  home ; 
Through  all  eternity  to  prove 
Thy  Nature  and  Thy  Name  is  Love. 


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lie:pentance. 

HYMN  24Y.  L.  M. 

HOW  pity,  Lord ;  O  Lord,  forgive ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live. 
Are  not  Thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  Thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  Thy  grace ; 
Great  God,  Thy  nature  hath  no  bound ; 
So  let  Thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  0  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies. 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  w^ith  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  Thy  law  and  holiness ; 

And  should  Thy  judgments  grow  severe 
I  am  condemn'd  but  Thou  art  clear. 

5  Yet  save  the  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope  still  hov'ring  round  Thy  word 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 


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HYMN  248.  S.  M. 

OLORD,  how  vile  am  I 
Unholy  and  unclean! 
How  can  I  dare  to  venture  nigh 
With  such  a  load  of  sin  ? 

2  Myself  can  hardly  bear 

This  wretched  heart  of  mine  ; 

How  hateful  then  it  must  appear 

To  those  pure  eyes  of  Thine  ! 

3  And  must  I  then  indeed 

Sink  in  despair  and  die  ? 
O  no,  since  Thou  didst  come  to  bleed 
For  such  a  wretch  as  I. 

4  That  blood  which  Thou  hast  spilt, 

That  grace  which  is  Thine  own, 
Can  cleanse  the  vilest  sinner's  guilt, 
And  soften  hearts  of  stone. 

6  Low  at  Thy  feet  I  bow, 
O,  pity  and  forgive  ! 
Here  will  I  lie,  and  wait,  till  Thou 
Shalt  bid  me  rise,  and  live. 


HYMN  249.  HI. 

DEPTH  of  mercy  !  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  His  wrath  forbear  ? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 

2  I  have  long  withstood  His  grace  ; 
Long  provoked  Him  to  His  face  ; 
Would  not  hearken  to  His  calls  ; 
Grieved  Him  by  a  thousand  falls. 


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3  Kin'dled  His  relentings  are  ; 
Me  He  now  delights  to  spare ; 
Now  my  Father's  mercies  move, 
Justice  lingers  into  love. 

4  Lo  !  for  me  the  Saviour  stands  ; 

Shows  His  wounds,  and  spreads  His  hands ; 
God  is  love !  I  know,  I  feel ; 
Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still. 


HYMN  250.  CM. 

DEAR  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall 
The  wonders  of  Thy  grace, 
Low  at  Thy  feet  ashamed  I  fall, 
And  hide  this  wretched  face. 

2  Shall  love  like  Thine  be  thus  repaid  ? 

Ah,  vile,  ungrateful  heart ! 
By  earth's  low  cares  so  oft  betrayed, 
From  Jesus  to  depart. 

3  But  He  for  His  own  mercy's  sake. 

My  wandering  soul  restores  ; 
He  bids  the  mourning  heart  partake 
The  pardon  it  implores. 

4  Oh,  while  I  breathe  to  Thee,  my  Lord, 

The  deep,  repentant  sigh. 
Confirm  the  kind,  forgiving  word, 
With  pity  in  thine  eye. 

6  Then  shall  the  mourner  at  Thy  feet 
Rejoice  to  see  Thy  face. 
And  grateful  own  how  kind,  how  sweet 
Thy  condescending  grace. 


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HYMN  251.  III. 

DOES  the  Gospel  word  proclaim 
Rest  for  those  that  weary  be  ? 
Then,  my  soul,  put  in  thy  claim, 

Sure  that  promise  speaks  to  thee  : 
Marks  of  grace  I  cannot  show, 

All  polluted  is  my  best ; 
But  I  weary  am,  I  know, 
And  the  weary  long  for  rest. 

Burdened  with  a  load  of  sin, 

Harassed  with  tormenting  doubt, 
Hourl}?-  conflicts  from  within, 

Hourly  crosses  from  without; 
All  my  little  strength  is  gone, 

Sink  I  must  without  supply  ; 
Sure  upon  the  earth  there's  none 

Can  more  weary  be  than  I. 

In  the  ark  the  roving  dove 

Found  a  welcome  resting-place  ; 
Thus  my  spirit  longs  to  prove 

Rest  in  Christ,  the  Ark  of  grace. 
Tempest-toss'd  I  long  have  been. 

And  the  flood  increases  fast ; 
Open,  Lord,  and  take  me  in, 

Till  the  storm  be  overpast ! 


HYMN  252.  C.  M. 

PROSTRATE,  dear  Jesus !  at  Thy  feet 
A  guilty  rebel  lies ; 
And  upward  to  the  mercy-seat, 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 
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2  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  out  my  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

3  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
No  tears,  but  those  which  Thou  bast  sbed, 
No  blood,  but  Thou  hast  spilt. 

4  Think  of  Thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord ! 

And  all  my  sins  forgive ; 
Justice  will  well  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 


HYMN  253.  L.  M. 

MY  God,  when  at  Thy  throne  I  bend. 
And  humbly  sue  for  mercy  there, 
For  me  behold  the  sinner's  Friend, 
And  for  His  sake  receive  my  prayer. 

2  Remember  not  my  shame  and  guilt, 

My  thousand  stains  of  deepest  dye ; 

Think  of  the  blood  which  Jesus  spilt, 

And  let  that  blood  my  pardon  buy. 

3  Remember  not  my  doubts  and  fears, 

My  strivings  with  Thy  grace  divine; 
Think  upon  Jesus'  woes  and  tears, 
And  let  His  merits  stand  for  mine. 

4  No  claim,  no  worth,  O  Lord,  I  plead  : 

Thy  free  unbounded  grace  I  crave ; 
And  oh  !  if  great  my  guilt  and  need. 
The  greater,  Lord,  Thy  grace  to  save. 


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HYMN  254.  II.  3. 

WEARY  of  wandering  from  my  God, 
And  now  made  willing  to  return, 
I  hear,  and  bow  me  to  the  rod  : 

Yet  not  in  hopeless  grief  I  mourn  ; 
I  have  an  Advocate  above, 
A  Friend  before  the  throne  of  love. 

O  Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  grace, 
More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  sin. 

Yet  once  again  I  seek  Thy  face. 
Open  Thine  arms  and  take  me  in ! 

O  Lord,  my  sore  backslidings  heal. 

And  all  Thy  quenchless  love  reveal. 

Thou  know'st  my  bands  of  sin  to  break, 

My  fallen  spirit  to  restore  ; 
O,  for  Thy  truth  and  mercy's  sake. 

Forgive,  and  bid  me  sin  no  more  : 
The  ruins  of  my  soul  repair. 
And  make  my  heart  a  house  of  prayer. 


HYMN  255.  C.  M. 

THE  winds  w^ere  howling  o'er  the  deep, 
Each  wave  a  watery  hill ; 
The  Saviour  wakened  from  his  sleep  : 
He  spake,  and  all  was  still. 

2  The  madman  in  a  tomb  had  made 

His  mansion  of  despair  ; 
Woe  to  the  traveller  w^ho  strayed. 
With  heedless  footsteps  there. 

3  He  met  that  glance  so  thrilling  sweet, 

He  heard  those  accents  mild ; 
And  melting  at  Messiah's  feet. 
Wept  like  a  weaned  child. 


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4  Oh,  madder  than  the  raving  man  ! 

Oh,  deafer  than  the  sea  ! 
How  long  the  time  since  Christ  began 
To  call  in  vain  to  me  ! 

5  Yet  could  I  hear  him  once  again, 

As  I  have  heard  of  old, 
Methinks  He  should  not  call  in  vain 
His  wanderer  to  the  fold. 


laitl). 

HYMN  256.  P.  M 

A  MOUNTAIN  fastness  is  onr  God, 
On  which  onr  souls  are  planted  : 
And  though  the  fierce  foe  rage  abroad 
Our  hearts  are  nothing  daunted. 
AVhat  though  he  beset, 
With  weapon  and  net. 
Array 'd  in  death -strife  ? 
In  God  are  help  and  life  : 
He  is  our  sword  and  armour. 

By  our  own  might  we  nought  can  do ; 

To  trust  it  were  sure  losing ; 
For  us  must  fight  the  Right  and  True, 
The  Man  of  God's  own  choosing. 
Dost  ask  for  His  name  ? 
Christ  Jesus  we  claim  ; 
The  Lord  God  of  Hosts  ; 
The  only  God  : — vain  boasts 
Of  others  fall  before  Him. 


201 

What  though  the  troops  of  Satan  fiU'd 

Tiie  world  with  hostile  forces  ? 
E'en  then  our  fears  should  all  be  stilled  : 
In  God  are  our  resources. 
The  world  and  its  king 
No  terrors  can  bring  : 
Their  threats  are  no  worth  : 
Their  doom  is  now  gone  forth : 
A  single  word  can  quell  them. 

God's  Word   through  all  shall  have  free 
sw^iy, 
And  ask  no  man's  permission  : 
The  Spirit  and  His  gifts  convey 
Strength  to  defy  perdition. 
The  body  to  kill, 
Wife,  children,  at  will. 
The  wicked  have  power : 
Yet  it  lasts  but  an  hour ! 
The  Kingdom's  ours  forever ! 


HYMN  257.  L.M. 

"ITTHO  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  ? 
T  T     'Tis  God  that  justifies  their  souls, 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream, 
O'er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  His  saints  to  hell? 

'Tis  Christ  that  suffered  in  their  stead  ; 
And  their  infernal  foes  to  quell, 
Behold  Him  rising  from  the  dead  ! 

3  He  lives !  He  lives !  and  sits  above. 

Forever  interceding  there, 
Who  shall  divide  us  from  His  love? 
Or  what  shall  tempt  us  to  despair? 


202 

4  Shall  persecution,  or  distress, 

Famine,  or  sword,  or  nakedness? 
He  that  hath  loved  us,  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conquerors  too. 

5  Faithi  hath  an  overcoming  power, 

It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour ; 
Christ  is  our  life,  our  hope,  our  joy, 
Nor  death  nor  hell  can  us  destroy. 

6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do. 

Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  powers  below, 
Shall  cause  His  mercy  to  remove,  ♦ 

Or  separate  us  from  His  love. 


HYMN  258.  L.  M. 

JESUS,  Thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  ray  glorious  dress ; 
'Midst  flaming  worlds  in  these  array'd, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise 
To  take  my  mansion  in  the  skies. 
E'en  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea, 
"  Jesus  hath  lived  and  died  for  me." 

3  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears 
When  ruin'd  nature  sinks  in  years  ; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue  ; 
The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 

4  Oh  !  let  the  dead  now  hear  Thy  voice  ; 
Bid,  Lord,  Thy  banish'd  ones  rejoice  : 
Our  beauty  this,  our  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  our  Righteousness. 


203 

HYMN  259.  L.  M. 

"VrO  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 
i.1    Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  Thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  His  name, 

What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss  ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  His  cross. 

3  Yes ;  and  I  must  and  will  esteem 

All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake  : 
O  may  my  soul  be  found  in  Him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake  ! 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dares  not  appear  before  Thy  throne ; 
But  faith  can  answer  Thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 


HYMN  260.  C.  M. 

I'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
Or,  to  defend  His  cause. 
Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  His  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  ! — I  know  His  name  ; 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  He  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  His  throne  His  promise  stands, 

And  He  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 


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4  Then  will  He  own  my  worthless  name, 
Before  His  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

HYMN  261.  L.  M. 

JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone ; 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way  till  Him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went. 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment ; 
The  King's  highway  I  will  not  cease 
To  travel,  for  His  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief,  my  burden  long  has  been. 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  with  sin,  the  more 
I  felt  the  guilty  weight  I  bore. 

Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
"  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 

5  Lo  !  glad  I  come  ;  and  Thou,  blest  Lamb  ! 
Shalt  take  me,  for  Thine  own  I  am ! 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, 
Nothing  but  love  can  me  receive. 

HYMN  262.  H.  3. 

THOU  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose, 
Thou  all-suflScient  love  divine. 
My  help  and  refuge  from  my  foes. 

Secure  I  am  while  Thou  art  mine  : 
And  lo !  from  sin,  and  grief,  and  shame, 
I  hide  me,  Jesus,  in  Thy  name. 


205 

2  Jesus,  my  all  in  all  Thou  art ; 

My  rest  in  toil,  my  ease  in  pain  ; 
The  balm  to  heal  my  broken  heart ; 

In  war,  my  peace ;  in  loss,  my  gain ; 
My  smile  beneath  the  tyrant's  frown ; 
In  shame,  my  glory  and  my  crown. 

3  In  want,  my  plentiful  supply  ; 

In  weakness,  my  almighty  power ; 
In  bonds,  my  perfect  liberty  ; 

My  light,  in  Satan's  darkest  hour ; 
My  joy,  when  coming  griefs  appal ; 
My  life  in  death,  my  all  in  all. 


HYMN  263.  III.  4. 

JESUS,  at  Thy  command, 
I  launch  into  the  deep. 
And  leave  my  native  land. 
Where  sin  lulls  all  to  sleep. 
For  Thee  I  would  the  world  resign, 
And  sail  to  heaven  with  Thee  and  Thine. 

2  Thou  art  my  pilot  wise, 

My  compass  is  Thy  word : 
My  soul  each  storm  defies, 

While  I  have  such  a  Lord  ; 
I'll  trust  Thy  faithfulness  and  power, 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

3  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep 

Through  all  my  passage  lie. 
Yet  Christ  will  safely  keep. 
And  guide  me  with  His  eye  : 
My  anchor,  hope,  shall  firm  abide, 
And  I  shall  ev'ry  storm  outride. 
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206 

4  And,  if  becalm'd  I  lie, 

And  storms  forbear  to  toss, 
Be  Thou,  0  Lord,  still  nigh. 

Lest  I  should  suffer  loss  ; 
For  more  the  treach'rous  calm  I  dread, 
Than  tempests  bursting  o'er  my  head. 

5  By  faith  I  see  the  land. 

The  port  of  endless  rest ; 
My  soul,  thy  sails  expand. 

And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast ! 
O  may  I  reach  the  heavenly  shore 
Where  winds  and  waves  disturb  no  more. 


HYMN  264.'  IL  1. 

OTHOU  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith. 
Wilt  Thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death. 
That  casts  itself  on  Thee  ? 
I  have  no  refuge  of  my  own. 
But  fly  to  what  my  God  hath  done, 
And  suffered  ev'n  for  me. 

Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead. 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead. 

And  His  availing  blood  ; 
That  righteousness  my  robe  shall  be, 
That  merit  shall  atone  for  me. 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 

Then  save  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  Spirit  of  adoption  breathe. 

His  consolations  send ; 
By  Him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart 
*'  Thy  Maker  is  thy  Friend." 


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The  king  of  terrors  then  would  be 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me, 

To  bid  me  come  away  ; 
Unloosed  from  earth,  and  earthly  things, 
I'd  mount,  I'd  fly,  with  eager  wings, 

To  everlasting  day. 


HYMN  265.  C.  M. 

HEALER  Divine,  O  hear  our  prayer ; 
We  wait  to  feel  Thy  touch  ; 
Sin-wounded  souls  to  Thee  repair, 
And,  Saviour,  we  are  such. 

2  Our  faith  is  feeble,  we  confess ; 

Feebly  we  trust  Thy  word ; 
But  wilt  Thou  pity  us  the  less  ? 
Be  that  far  from  Thee,  Lord. 

3  Him  thou  didst  hear  who  once  applied, 

With  trembling  for  relief : 
"  Lord,  I  believe,"  with  tears  he  cried ; 
"  Help  Thou  mine  unbelief." 

4  She  who  to  touch  Thee,  in  the  press, 

Trembling  behind  Thee  stole, 
Was  answer'd,  "  Daughter,  go  in  peace, 
Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole." 

5  Like  these,  with  hopes  and  fears  we  pray 

To  hear  the  gracious  word  ; 
Oh !  give  us  faith,  nor  send  away 
One  soul  unhealed,  dear  Lord. 


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HYMN  266.  II.  3. 

OLOVE,  thou  fathomless  abyss  ! 
My  sins  are  swallowed  up  in  Thee  ; 
Cover'd  is  my  um-ighteousness ; 

Nor  spot  of  guilt  remains  on  me, 
While  Jesus'  blood,  through  earth  and  skies, 
Mercy — free,  boundless  mercy — cries. 

Fix'd  on  this  ground  will  I  remain, 

Though  heart  may  fail,  and  flesh  decay ; 

This  anchor  shall  my  soul  sustain. 

When  earth's  foundations  melt  aNvay ; 

Mercy's  fall  power  I  then  shall  prove, 

Loved  with  an  everlasting  love. 


HYMN  267.  II.  3. 

PEACE,  dovibting  heart,  my  God's  I  am  ; 
Who  form'd  me  man  forbids  my  fear ; 
The  Lord  hath  called  me  by  my  name ; 

The  Lord  protects,  forever  near  : 
His  blood  for  me  did  once  atone, 
And  still  He  loves  and  guards  His  own. 

2  When  passing  through  the  watery  deep. 

By  Him  I  trust  me  to  be  led ; 
The  waves  an  awful  distance  keep, 

And  shrink  from  my  devoted  head  : 
Fearless  their  violence  I  dare ; 
They  cannot  harm,  for  God  is  there  ! 

3  To  Him  mine  eye  of  faith  I  turn, 

And  through  the  fire  pursue  my  way ; 
The  fire  forgets  its  power  to  burn, 

The  lambent  flames  around  me  play  ; 
I  own  His  power,  accept  the  sign, 
And  joy  to  prove  the  Saviour  mine. 


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HYMN  268.  C.  M. 

FOREVER  here  my  rest  shall  be, 
Close  to  Thy  bleeding  side  ; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 
For  me  the  Saviour  died. 

2  My  dying  Saviour  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  Thine  own 

Wash  me,  and  mine  Thou  art : 

Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone. 

My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  The  atonement  of  Thy  blood  apply, 

Till  faith  to  sight  improve ; 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 


HYMN  269.     •         P.  M. 

BEGONE,  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near, 
And  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear  : 
By  prayer  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  per- 
form ; 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I  smile  at  the 
storm. 

2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  He  is  my 
guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey,  'tis  His  to  provide  ; 
Though  cisterns  be  broken,  and  fountains 

all  fail. 
The  word  He  has  spoken  shall  surely  pre- 
vail. 

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3  Why  should  I  complain  of  want  and  dis- 

tress, 
Temptation  or  pain  ?  He  told  me  no  less, 
The  heirs  of  salvation,  I  know  from  His 

word. 
Through    much    tribulation   must   follow 

their  Lord. 

4  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my 

good,  _ 

The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  medicine  food ; 

Though  painful  at  present,  'twill  cease  be- 
fore long. 

And  then  0  how  pleasant  the  conqueror's 
song. 

HYMN  210.  L.  M. 

TTTHEN  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise, 
M     And  fainting  hope  almost  expires, 
Jesus  to  Thee  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

To  Thee  I  breathe  my  soul's  desires. 

2  Sure  my  immortal  Saviour  lives. 

Then  my  immoi'tal  soul  is  sure  ; 
His  word  a  firm  foundation  gives  ; 
Here  let  me  build,  and  rest  secure. 

3  Here  let  my  faith  unshaken  dwell ; 

Immoveable  the  promise  stands  ; 
Nor  all  the  powers  of  earth  or  hell 
Can  e'er  dissolve  the  sacred  bands. 

4  Here,  0  my  soul,  thy  trust  repose  ! 

If  Jesus  is  forever  mine. 
Not  death  itself,  that  last  of  foes, 
Shall  break  a  union  so  divine. 


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HYMN  271.  S.  M. 

NOW  to  thine  altar,  Lord, 
A  broken  heart  I  bring, 
And  wilt  Thou  graciously  accept 
Of  such  a  worthless  thing  ? 

2  To  Christ,  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
My  faith  directs  her  eyes ; 
All  other  offerings  are  vain, 
But  not  His  sacrifice. 


3  That  moment  He  expired 
The  law  was  satisfied. 
And  now  to  its  severest  curse 
I  answer,  "  Jesus  died." 


HYMN  272.  P.  M. 

JESUS,  my  Saviour,  look  on  me ! 
For  I  am  weary  and  opprest ; 
I  come  to  cast  myself  on  Thee ; 
Thou  art  my  Rest. 

2  Look  down  on  me,  for  I  am  weak  ; 

I  feel  the  toilsome  journey's  length  ; 
Thine  aid  omnipotent  I  seek  ; 
Thou  art  my  Strength. 

3  I  am  bewildered  on  my  way  ; 

Dark  and  tempestuous  is  the  night ; 
Oh  !  shed  Thou  forth  some  cheering  ray ; 
Thou  art  my  Light. 


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4  I  hear  the  storms  around  me  rise, 

But,  when  I  dread  th'  inpending  shock, 
My  spirit  to  her  refuge  flies ; 
Thou  art  my  Rock. 

5  When  the  accuser  flings  his  darts, 

I  look  to  Thee — my  terrors  cease; 
Thy  cross  a  hiding-place  imparts; 
Thou  art  my  Peace. 

6  Standing  alone  on  Jordan's  brink. 
In  that  tremendous,  latest  strife. 
Thou  wilt  not  suff"er  me  to  sink ; 

Thou  art  my  Life. 

T  Thou  wilt  my  every  want  supply. 
Even  to  the  end,  whate'er  befall ; 
Through  life,  in  death,  eternally. 
Thou  art  my  All. 


HYMN  273.  P.  M. 

"  Him  that  cometh  unto  me  I  will  in  no  wise  cast 
out." 

JUST  as  I  am — without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  Thou  bid'st  me  come  to  Thee, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

2  Just  as  I  am — and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot — 
To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each 
spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 


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3  Just  as  I  am — though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
With  fears  within,  and  foes  without — 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind — 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  Thee  to  find, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

5  Just  as  I  am.  Thou  wilt  receive, 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve, 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe — 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

6  Just  as  I  am — thy  love  unknown, 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down : 
Now  to  be  thine,  yea,  Thine  alone, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 


HYMN  274.  H.  1 

OH  come,  my  partners  in  distress. 
My  comrades  in  the  wilderness. 
Who  bear  your  burdens  still ; 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
To  that  celestial  hill. 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space. 
Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place. 
The  saints'  secure  abode  ; 


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On  faith's  strong  eagle  pinions  rise, 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 
And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

3  "Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here, 
We  shall  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  side  sit  down  : 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure ; 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 


HYMN  215.  S.  M. 

THY  way  is  in  the  sea ; 
Thy  paths  we  cannot  trace  ; 
Nor  solve,  0  Lord,  the  mystery 
Of  Thy  unbounded  grace. 

2  Here  the  dark  veils  of  sense 

Our  captive  souls  surround; 
Mysterious  deeps  of  providence 
Our  wondering  thoughts  confound. 

3  As  through  a  glass  we  see 

The  wonders  of  Thy  love  ; 
How  little  do  we  know  of  Thee, 
Or  of  the  joys  above  ! 

4  In  part  we  know  Thy  will. 

And  bless  Thee  for  the  sight : 
Soon  will  Thy  love  the  rest  reveal 
In  glory's  clearer  light. 

6  With  joy  shall  we  survey 

Thy  providence  and  grace  ; 
And  spend  an  everlasting  day 
And  see  Thee  face  to  face. 


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HYMN  276. 

OZION,  when  we  muse  on  thee, 
We  long  for  pinions  like  the  dove ; 
And  mourn  to  think  that  we  should  be 
So  distant  from  the  land  we  love. 

2  While  here  we  walk  on  hostile  ground, 

The  few  that  we  can  call  our  friends 
Are,  like  ourselves,  with  fetters  bound  ; 
And  weariness  our  steps  attends. 

3  But  yet,  we  hope  to  see  the  day 

When  Zion's  children  shall  return  ; 
When  all  our  griefs  shall  pass  away, 
And  we  no  more  again  shall  mourn. 

4  The  thought  that  such  a  day  shall  come 

Makes  e'en  the  captive's  portion  sweet ; 
Though  now  we  wander  far  from  home, 
In  Zion,  soon  we  all  shall  meet. 


HYMN  211.  L.  M. 

WHAT  sinners  value  I  resign  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enougl)  that  Thou  art  mine  ; 
I  shall  behold  Thy  blissful  face, 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show  ; 

But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  : 

When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

3  0  glorious  hour  !  O  blest  abode  ! 

I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God, 

And  flesh  and  sense  no  more  control 

The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 


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My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  ; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 


HYMN  278.  C.  M. 

GOD  !  my  supporter  and  my  hope, 
My  help  forever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
When  sinking  in  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord  !   shall  guide  my  feet 

Through  all  this  desert  place  ; 
Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  Thy  seat. 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God, 

'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 
And  while  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  Thee. 

4  Wliat  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint  ? 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  rock, 
The  strength  of  every  saint. 

5  Yea,  to  draw  near  to  Thee,  my  God  ! 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  : 
My  tongue  shall  sound  Thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 


HYMN  279.  P.  M. 

SOON  and  forever  ! 
Such  promise  our  trust, 
Though  ashes  to  ashes. 
And  dust  unto  dust. 


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Soon  and  forever 

Oar  union  shall  be 
Made  perfect,  our  glorious 

Redeemer,  in  Thee. 
When  the  sins  and  the  sorrows 

Of  time  shall  be  o'er  ; 
Its  pangs  and  its  partings 

Remembered  no  more ; 
When  life  cannot  fail. 

And  when  death  cannot  sever, 
Christians  with  Christ  shall  be, 

Soon  and  forever. 

2  Soon  and  forever 

The  breaking  of  day 
Shall  drive  all  the  night-clouds 

Of  sorrow  away. 
Soon  and  foievei'. 

We'll  see  as  we're  seen. 
And  learn  the  deep  meaning 

Of  things  that  have  been ; 
When  fio-htino-s  without  us, 

And  feai's  from  within, 
Shall  weary  no  more 

In  the  warfare  of  sin. 
Where  tears  and  where  fears. 

And  where  death  shall  be  never, 
Christians  with  Christ  shall  be 

Soon  and  forever. 

HYMN"  280.  II.  1 

OH,  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love! 
It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above ; 
It  bears  on  eagles'  wings  ; 
It  gives  my  ravish'd  soul  a  taste. 
And  makes  me  for  a  moment  feast 
With  Jesus,  priests,  and  kings, 
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218 

Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope 

I  stand,  and  from  tlie  mountain-top 

See  all  the  land  below  ; 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise, 
And  all  the  fruits  of  Paradise 

In  endless  plenty  grow  : 

A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favour'd  with  God's  peculiar  smile, 

With  ev'ry  blessing  blest ; 
There  dwells  the  Lord  our  righteousness, 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace, 

And  everlasting  rest. 


HYMN  281.  C.  M. 

MY  Saviour,  on  the  word  of  truth, 
In  earnest  hope  I  live  ! 
I  ask  for  all  the  precious  things 
Thy  boundless  love  can  give, 
I  look  for  many  a  lesser  light 

About  my  path  to  shine  ; 
But  chiefly  long  to  walk  with  Thee, 
And  only  trust  in  Thine. 


Thou  knowest  that  I  am  not  blest 

As  Thou  would'st  have  me  be. 
Till  all  the  peace  and  joy  of  faith 

Possess  my  soul  in  Thee  ; 
And  still  I  seek  'mid  many  fears. 

With  yearnings  unexpress'd. 
The  comfort  of  Thy  strengthening  love, 

Thy  soothing,  settling  rest. 


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3  It  is  not  as  Thou  wilt  with  me 

Till,  humbled  in  the  dust, 
I  know  no  place  in  all  my  heart 

Wherein  to  put  my  trust. 
Until  I  find,  0  Lord  !  in  Thee, 

The  lowly  and  the  meek, 
That  fulness  which  Thy  own  redeem'd 

Go  nowhere  else  to  seek. 

4  Then,  O  my  Saviour !  on  my  soul, 

Cast  down  but  not  dismay'd. 
Still  be  Thy  chastening  healing  hand 

In  tender  mercy  laid  : 
And  while  I  wait  for  all  Thy  joys 

My  yearning  heart  to  fill. 
Teach  me  to  walk  and  work  with  Thee, 

And  at  Thy  feet  sit  still. 


HYMN  282.  S.  M. 

GIVE  to  the  winds  thy  fears ; 
Hope,  and  be  undismayed  ; 
God  hears  Thy  sighs  and  counts  thy  tears, 

God  shall  lift  up  thy  head ; 
Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms, 

He  gently  clears  thy  way ; 
"Wait  thou  His  time,  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

Still  heavy  is  thy  heart  ? 

Still  is  thy  spirit  faint  ? 
Cast  off  the  weight, — let  fear  depart. 

Each  care  and  each  complaint. 
What  though  thou  rulest  not. 

Yet  heaven,  and  earth,  and  hell, 
Proclaim, — God  sittcth  on  the  throne, 

And  ruk'th  all  things  well. 


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Leave  to  His  sovereign  sway 

To  choose  and  to  command  : 
So  slmlt  thou,  wond'ring,  own  His  way, 

How  wise,  how  strong  His  hand ! 
Far,  far  above  thy  thought 

His  counsel  shall  appear. 
When  fully  He  the  work  hath  wrought 

That  caused  thy  needless  fear. 


HYMN  283.  CM. 

JESUS  !  the  very  thought  of  Thee 
With  sweetness  fills  my  breast ; 
But  sweeter  far  Thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  Thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame. 

Nor  can  the  memory  find, 
A  sweeter  sound  than  Thy  blest  name, 
0  Saviour  of  mankind! 

3  O  hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

0  joy  of  all  the  meek, 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  Thou  art! 
How  good  to  those  who  seek ! 

4  But  what  to  those  who  find  ?     Ah  !  this 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show ; 
The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is. 
None  but  His  loved  ones  know. 

5  Jesns  !  our  only  joy  be  Thou, 

As  Thou  our  prize  shalt  be ; 
Jesns  !  be  Thou  our  gloiy  now. 
And  through  eternity. 


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HYMN  284.  C.  M. 

MY  God,  I  love  Thee  !  not  because 
I  hope  for  heaven  thereby : 
Nor  yet  because,  if  I  love  not 
I  must  forever  die. 

2  But,  0  my  Jesus,  Thou  didst  me 

Upon  the  cross  embrace  : 
For  me  didst  bear  the  nails  and  spear 
And  manifold  disgrace ; 

3  And  griefs  and  torments  numberless ; 

And  sweat  of  agony ; 
E'en  death  itself — and  all  for  one 
Who  was  thine  enemy. 

4  Then  why,  0  blessed  Jesu  Christ ! 

Should  I  not  love  Thee  well ; 
Not  for  the  sake  of  winning  heaven, 
Or  of  escaping  hell ; 

5  Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught ; 

Not  seeking  a  reward  ; 
But,  as  Thyself  hast  loved  me, 
0  ever-loving  Lord ! 

6  E'en  so  I  love  Thee,  and  will  love, 

And  in  Thy  praise  will  sing ; 
Solely  because  Thou  art  my  God, 
And  my  eternal  King. 


HYMN  285.  C.  M. 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 
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2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
^Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  for  the  weary,  rest. 

3  Dear  Name !  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding-place; 
My  never-failing  treasury  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  By  Thee  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defil'd ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  own'd  a  child. 

5  Jesas  !  my  Shepherd,  Guardian,  Friend, 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ; 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

6  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought : 
But  when  I  se6  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
ril  praise  Thee  as  I  ought. 

1  Till  then,  I  would  Thy  love  proclaim, 
With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  Thy  name, 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 


HYMN  286.  IIL  L 

HARK !  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord ; 
'Tis  thy  Saviour — hear  His  word  ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee, 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  Me  ?" 


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2  "  I  deliver'd  thee  when  bound, 

And  when  bleeding,  healed  thy  wound ; 
Sought  thee  wanderino-,  set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be. 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love. 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath. 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 


5  "Thou  shalt  see  My  glory  soon. 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done ; 
Partner  of  My  throne  shalt  be  ; 
Say,  poor  sinner !  lov'st  thou  Me  ? 


6  Lord !  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  Thee,  and  adore ; 
Oh  !  for  grace  to  love  Thee  more. 


HYMN  287.  H.  3. 

THOU  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height, 
Whose   depth   unfathom'd,   no   man 
knows, 
I  see  from  far  Thy  beauteous  light ; 

Inly  I  sigh  for  Thy  repose  : 
My  heart  is  pain'd,  nor  can  it  be 
At  rest,  till  rest  it  find  in  Thee. 


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Is  thfere  a  thing  beneath  the  sun, 

That   strives  with   Thee   my  heart  to 
share  ? 

Ah,  tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone. 
The  Lord  of  every  motion  there  ; 

Then  shall  my  heart  from  earth  be  free, 

When  it  hath  found  repose  in  Thee. 

O  hide  this  self  from  me  that  I 

No  more,  but  Christ  in  me,  may  live ; 

My  vile  affections  crucify, 

Nor  let  one  darling  lust  survive  ; 

In  all  things,  nothing  may  I  see. 

Nothing  desire  or  seek,  but  Thee. 

0  Love,  Tby  sovereign  aid  impart. 
To  save  me  from  low-thoughted  care ; 

Chase  this  self-will  through  all  my  heart. 
Through  all  its  latent  mazes  there  : 

Make  me  Thy  duteous  child,  that  I, 

Ceaseless,  may  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

Each  moment  draw  from  earth  away 
My  heart  that  lowly  waits  Thy  call ; 

Speak  to  my  inmost  soul  and  say, 
I  am  Thy  love.  Thy  God,  Thy  all  ! 

To  feel  Thy  power,  to  hear  Thy  voice, 

To  taste  Thy  love,  be  all  my  choice. 


HYMN  288.  C.  M. 

DO  not  I  love  Thee,  O  my  Lord  ? 
Behold  my  heart  and  see ; 
And  turn  each  hateful  idol  out, 
That  dares  to  rival  Thee. 


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2  Do  not  I  love  Thee,  from  my  soul  ? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love  : 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy 

When  Jesus  cannot  move. 

3  Is  not  Thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear  ? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound, 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

4  Hast  Thou  a  lamb  in  all  Thy  flock, 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  Thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  Thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

5  Would  not  my  ardent  spirit  vie 

W^ith  angels  round  the  throne, 
To  execute  Thy  sacred  will 
And  make  Thy  glory  known  ? 

6  Thou  only  knowest,  dearest  Lord  ; 

But,  oh  !  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joy 
And  learn  to  love  Thee  more. 


HYMN  289.  HI.  3. 

LOVE  Divine,  all  love  excelling, 
Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down ; 
Live  in  us  Thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  Thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Jesus,  Thou  art  all  corapassiou, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  Thou  art ; 
Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation. 
Enter  every  longing  heart. 


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Breathe,  oh  !  breathe  Thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast ! 
Let  us  all  Thy  peace  inherit, 

Let  us  find  Thy  promised  rest. 
Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing. 

Serve  Thee  as  Thine  host  above  ; 
Pray,  and  praise  Thee  without  ceasing, 

Glory  in  Thy  boundless  love. 


Finish,  then,  Thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be ; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation 

Perfectly  restored  in  Thee. 
Changed  from  glory  unto  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  our  songs  we  raise ; 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


HYMN  290.  IL  1. 

OLOYE  Divine,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 
All  taken  up  in  Thee? 
I  thirst,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  Love, 
The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 


Stronger  His  love  than  death  or  hell ; 
Its  riches  are  unsearchable  ; 

The  first-born  sons  of  light 
Desire  in  vain  its  depths  to  see; 
They  cannot  reach  the  mystery. 

The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height. 


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3  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God ; 
0  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor  stony  heart ! 
For  this  I  sigh  ;  for  Thee  I  pine ; 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine, 

Be  mine  the  better  part ! 

4  0  might  I  ever  have  my  seat, 
Like  Mary  at  the  Master's  feet ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice  ; 
My  only  care,'delight,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth  be  this, 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice  ! 

5  O  that  I  could,  with  favour'd  John, 
Kecline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  breast ; 
From  care,  and  sin,  and  sorrow  free, 
Give  me,  0  Lord !  to  find  in  Thee 

My  everlasting  rest ! 


HYMN  291.  L.  M. 

GOD  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days 
My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  Thy 
praise. 
The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  cares  would  break  my  rest, 
And  griefs  would  tear  my  throbbing  breast, 
Thy  tuneful  praises,  raised  on  high, 
Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  its  powers  of  language  fail, 

Joy  through  my  swimming  eyes  shall  break, 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 


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4  But  oh  !  when  that  last  conflict's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chained  to  flesh  no  more, 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise, 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies ! 

5  The  cheerful  tribute  will  I  give, 
Long  as  a  deathless  soul  can  live ; 
A  work  so  sweet,  a  theme  so  bigh, 
Demands  and  crowns  eternity  ! 


HYMN  292.  C.  M. 

JESUS  !  I  love  Thy  charming  name, 
'Tis  music  to  mine  ear; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud. 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 

2  Yes !  Thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust ; 
Jewels,  to  Thee,  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish. 

In  Thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Not  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear. 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds. 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

6  I'll  speak  the  honours  of  Thy  name, 
With  my  last  lab'ring  breath ; 
Then  speechless  rest  me  in  Thine  arms, 
And  find  my  life  in  death. 


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HYMN  293.  S.  M. 

Y  God,  my  Life,  my  Love, 


To  Thee,  to  Thee  I  call ; 
I  cannot  live  if  Thou  remove, 
For  Thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell ; 
'Tis  paradise  when  Thou  art  here  ; 
If  Thou  depart,  'tis  hell. 

3  To  Thee,  and  Thee  alone. 

The  angels  owe  their  bliss  ; 
They  sit  around  Thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 

4  Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 
If  God  His  presence  but  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  His  face. 

5  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 

Can  one  delight  afford. 
No,  not  a  ray  to  cheer  mine  eye. 
Without  Thy  light,  O  Lord. 

6  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love. 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll ; 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move. 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 


HYMN  294.  IIL  1. 

GREAT  high-priest,  who  deign'dst  to  be 
Once  the  sacrifice  for  me, . 
Take  this  living  heart  of  mine. 
Lay  it  on  Thy  holy  shrine. 
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2  Love,  I  know,  accepteth  nought, 

Save  what  Thou,  0  Love,  hast  wrought ; 
Offer  Thou  my  sacrifice, 
Else  to  God  it  cannot  rise. 

3  Slay  in  me  the  wayward  will, 
Earthly  sense  and  passion  kill ; 
Tear  self-love  from  out  my  heart, 
Let  me  choose  the  better  part. 

4  Mighty  Love,  the  flame  inspire, 
Quick  consume  me  in  Thy  fire ; 
Fain  were  1  of  self  bereft, 
Nought  but  Thee  within  me  left. 


HYMN  295.  C.  M. 

OUR  God  is  love  ;  and  all  His  saints 
His  image  bear  below  ; 
The  heart  with  love  to  God  inspir'd 
With  love  to  man  will  glow. 

2  O  may  we  love  each  other,  Lord, 

As  we  are  lov'd  of  Thee  ! 
For  none  are  truly  born  of  God, 
Who  live  in  enmity. 

3  Heirs  of  the  same  immortal  bliss, 

Our  hopes  and  fears  the  same. 
The  cords  of  love  our  hearts  shall  join, 
The  law  of  love  inflame. 

4  So  shall  the  vain  contentious  world 

Our  peaceful  lives  approve ; 
And,  wondering  say,  as  they  of  old, 
"  See  how  these  Christians  love." 


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HYMN  296.  C.  M. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus  ;" 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  He  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  power  divine ; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  Thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky. 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas. 
Conspire  to  lift  Thy  glories  high. 
And  speak  Thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one. 

To  bless  the  great  I  AM, 
That  sitteth  on  the  eternal  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


HYMN  297.  C.  M. 

ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem. 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 


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2  Crown  Him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  His  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod. 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 

3  Hail  Him,  the  Heir  of  David's  line, 

Whom  David,  Lord  did  call ; 
The  God  incarnate  !  Man  divine ! 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 

4  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransom'd  from  the  fall, 
Hail  Him  who  saves  you  hy  His  grace, 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 

5  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget, 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 

6  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  Him  all  ma,jesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 

7  Oh,  that  with  yonder  shining  throng, 

We  at  His  feet  may  fall ; 
Join  in  the  everlasting  song. 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 


HYMN  298. 

MY  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
Till  glory  wake  a  loftier  song. 


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2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  ; 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty,  done  for  Thee. 

3  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  blest  succession  of  Thy  praise, 
And  unborn  ages  still  prolong, 
The  joy  and  burden  of  the  song. 

4  But  who  can  speak  Thy  wondrous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatness  all  my  thoughts  exceeds : 
Vast  and  unsearchable  Thy  ways, 

Vast  and  immortal  be  Thy  praise. 


HYMN  299.  III.  5. 

ALLELUIA !  best  and  sweetest 
Of  the  hymns  of  praise  above  ! 
Alleluia !  thou  repeatest. 

Angel  host,  these  notes  of  love  ! 

This  ye  utter 
While  your  golden  harps  ye  move. 

2  Alleluia !  church  victorious. 

Join  the  concert  of  the  sky ! 
Alleluia  !  bright  and  glorious. 

Lift,  ye  saints,  this  strain  on  high ! 

We  poor  exiles 
Join  not  yet  your  melody. 

3  Alleluia !  strains  of  gladness 

Suit  not  souls  with  anguish  torn  : 
Alleluia  !  sounds  of  sadness 
Best  become  our  state  forlorn  : 
Our  offences 
We  with  bitter  tears  must  mourn. 
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But  our  earnest  supplicatiou, 
Holy  God,  we  raise  to  Thee ; 

Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation, 
Make  us  all  Thy  joys  to  see! 

Alleluia! 
Ours  at  length  this  strain  shall  be ! 


HYMN  300.  HI.  3. 

LORD,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven ; 
Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored ; 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given. 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  !" 
Heaven  is  still  with  anthems  ringing: 

Earth  takes  up  the  angels'  cry, 
"  Holy,  holy,  holy,"  singing, 

"  Lord  of  hosts,  the  Lord  most  High  !'' 

2  Ever  thus  in  God's  high  praises, 

Brethren,  let  our  tongues  unite. 
While  our  thoughts  His  greatness  raises. 

And  our  love  His  gifts  excite. 
With  His  seraph  train  before  Him, 

With  his  Holy  church  below, 
Thus  unite  we  to  adore  Him, 

Bid  we  thus  our  anthems  flow. 

3  Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven  ; 

Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored; 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 
Thus,  Thy  glorious  name  confessing, 

We  adopt  the  angels'  cry, 
"  Holy,  holy,  holy" — blessing 

Thee,  the  Lord  our  God  most  High  ! 


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HYMN  301.  L.M. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  thee ; 
His  loving-kindness,  O  !  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate ; 
His  loving-kindness,  0  !  how  great ! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes. 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose. 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along; 

His  loving-kindness,  0 !  how  strong  ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud. 
Has  gather'd  thick,  and  thunder d  loud. 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood  ; 
His  loving-kindness,  0  !  how  good ! 

6  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart. 

Prone  from  my  Saviour  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  oft  have  Him  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
O  may  "my  last  expiring  breath. 

His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 

7  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away, 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day ; 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 


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HYMN  302.  P.M. 

COME,  Thou  almighty  King, 
Help  us  Thy  name  to  sing, 
Help  us  to  praise ! 
Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  days. 

Come,  Thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  Thy  mighty  sword ; 

Our  prayer  attend ; 
Come,  and  Thy  people  bless  ; 
Come,  give  Thy  word  success  ; 
Spirit  of  holiness, 

On  us  descend. 

Come,  ht)ly  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear. 

In  this  glad  hour : 
Thou,  who  almighty  art. 
Now  rule  in  every  heart. 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart. 

Spirit  of  power. 

To  Thee,  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be. 

Hence  evermore ; 
Thy  sov'reign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 


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HYMN  303.  C.  M. 

Y  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights  ! 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  He  appear. 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
He  is  my  sonl's  bright  morning  star, 
And  He  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss. 
While  Jesus  shows  His  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  I  am  His. 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 

At  that  transporting  word  ; 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
To  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 


HYMN  304.  S.  M. 

NOW  let  our  voices  join 
To  form  a  sacred  song ; 
Ye  pilgrims,  in  Jehovah's  ways. 
With  music  pass  along. 


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2  How  straight  the  path  appears, 

How  open  and  how  fair ! 
No  hirking  pitfalls  for  our  feet ; 
No  fierce  destroyer  there. 

3  But  flowers  of  paradise 

In  rich  profusion  spring; 
The  Sun  of  glory  gilds  the  path, 
And  dear  companions  sing. 

4  See  Salem's  golden  spires 

In  beauteous  prospect  rise ; 
And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear 
Which  sparkle  through  the  skies. 

5  All  honour  to  His  name, 

Who  marks  the  shining  way ; 
To  Him,  who  leads  the  wanderer  on 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 


HYMN  305.  S.  M. 

"VrOT  with  our  mortal  eyes 
JjI    Have  we  beheld  the  Lord; 
Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  His  name, 
And  love  him  in  his  word. 

2  On  earth  we  want  the  sight 

Of  our  Redeemer's  face  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  our  inmost  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  Thy  grace. 

3  And  when  we  taste  Thy  love. 

Our  joys  divinely  grow 
Unspeakable,  like  those  above, 
And  heaven  begins  below. 


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HYMN  306.  S.  M. 

AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake,  every  heart,  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  His  dying  love. 

Who  liveth  evermore ; 
Sing  how  He  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  He  bore. 

3  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing ; 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day, 

In  Christ  th'  eternal  King. 

4  Soon  shall  we  hear  Him  say, 

"  Ye  blessed  children,  come !" 
Soon  will  He  call  us  hence  away, 
And  take  His  wanderers  home. 


HYMN  307.  L.  M. 

THE  Lord  is  King  !  lift  up  thy  voice, 
O  earth,  and  all  ye  heavens,  rejoice ! 
From  world  to  world  the  joy  shall  ring : 
The  Lord  Omnipotent  is  King ! 

2  The  Lord  is  King !  thou  child  of  dust. 
The  Judge  of  all  the  earth  is  just : 
Holy  and  true  are  all  His  ways ; 

Let  every  creature  speak  His  praise. 

3  Come,  make  your  wants,   your  burdens 

known ; 
The  contrite  soul  He'll  ne'er  disown ; 
And  angel  bands  are  waiting  there. 
His  messages  of  love  to  bear. 


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O,  when  His  wisdom  can  mistake, 
His  might  decaj^,  His  love  forsake, 
Then  may  His  children  cease  to  sing, 
The  Lord  Omnipotent  is  King ! 


HYMN  308.  C.  M. 

HOW  rich  Thy  favours,  God  of  grace  ! 
How  various  and  divine  !j 
Full  as  the  ocean  they  are  poured, 
And  bright  as  heaven  they  shine. 

2  He  to  eternal  glory  calls. 

And  leads  the  wondrous  way 
To  His  own  palace,  where  He  reigns 
In  uncreated  day. 

3  Jesus  the  herald  of  His  love 

Displays  the  radiant  prize 
And  shows  the  purchase  of  His  blood 
To  our  adoring  eyes. 

4  The  songs  of  everlasting  years 

That  mercy  shall  attend. 
Which  leads,  through  sufferings  of  an  nour, 
To  joys  that  never  end. 


HYMN  309.  P.  M. 

MY  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt ! 
Oh  !  may  Thy  will  be  mine  ! 
Into  Thy  hand  of  love 
I  would  my  all  resign. 


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Through  sorrow,  or  through  joy, 
Conduct  me  as  Thine  own, 

And  help  me  still  to  say, 
My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  ! 

2  My  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

If  needy  here  and  poor, 
Give  me  Thy  people's  bread, 

Their  portion  rich  and  sure. 
The  manna  of  Thy  word 

Let  my  soul  feed  upon ; 
And  if  all  else  should  fail. 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done ! 

3  My  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

Though  seen  through  many  a  tear, 
Let  not  my  star  of  hope 

Grow  dim  or  disappear. 
Since  Thou  on  earth  hast  wept 

And  sorrowed  oft  alone. 
If  I  must  weep  with  Thee, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done ! 

4  My  Saviour  as  Thou  wilt ! 

All  shall  be  well  for  me  : 
Each  changing  future  scene, 

I  gladly  trust  with  Thee. 
Straight  to  my  home  above 

I  travel  calmly  on, 
And  sing  in  life  or  death, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done ! 


HYMN  310.  L.M. 

OTHOU  by  long  experience  tried. 
Near  whom  no  grief  can  long  abide. 
My  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content 
My  years  of  pilgrimage  are  spent. 
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2  My  heart  reposing  on  Thy  love, 
All  scenes  alike  engaging  prove  ; 
Where'er  I  dwell,  1  dwell  with  Thee, 
At  home,  abroad,  on  land  or  sea. 

3  To  me  remains  nor  place  nor  time, 
My  country  is  in  every  clime  ; 

I  can  be  calm,  and  free  from  care. 
On  any  shore,  since  Thou  art  there. 

4  Could  I  be  cast  where  Thou  art  not. 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot ; 
But  regions  none  remote  I  call, 
Secure  of  finding  Thee  in  all. 


HYMN  311.  III.  ; 

ALL  unseen  the  Master  walketh 
By  the  toiUng  servant's  side  ; 
Comfortable  words  He  speaketh, 
While  his  hands  uphold  and  guide. 

2  Grief,  nor  pain,  nor  any  sorrow 

Rends  tby  heart,  to  Him  unknown ; 
He  to-day,  and  He  to-morrow, 
Grace  sufficient  gives  His  own. 

3  Holy  strivings  nerve  and  strengthen, 

Long  endurance  wins  the  crown ; 

When  the  evening  shadows  lengthen. 

Thou  shalt  lay  thy  burden  down. 


HYMN  312.  CM. 

OLORD!  my  best  desire  fulfil ! 
And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  Thy  will, 
And  make  Thy  pleasure  mine. 


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2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  Thy  command 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

3  No,  rather  let  me  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  Thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  Thy  favour,  all  my  journey  through, 

Thou  art  engaged  to  grant ; 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 

5  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way, 

Shall  I  resist  them  both  ? 
The  poor  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crush'd  before  the  moth. 

6  But  ah  !  my  inward  spirit  cries. 

Still  bind  me  to  Thy  sway  ! 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  the  skies, 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 


HYMN  313.  III.  4. 

QUIET,  Lord,  my  froward  heart, — 
Make  me  teachable  and  mild, 
Upright,  simple,  free  from  art, 

Make  me  as  a  weaned  child  ; 
From  distrust  and  envy  free, 
Pleased  with  all  that  pleases  Thee. 


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What  Thou  shalt  to-day  provide, 
Let  me  as  a  child  receive  ; 

What  to-morrow  may  betide, 
Cahiily  to  Thy  wisdom  leave ; 

'Tis  enough  that  Thou  wilt  care, 

Why  should  I  the  burden  bear  ? 

As  a  little  child  relies 

On  a  care  beyond  his  own ; 

Knows  he's  neither  strong  nor  wise, 
Fears  to  stir  a  step  alone ; 

Let  me  thus  with  Thee  abide, 

As  my  Father,  Guard,  and  Guide. 


HYMN  314.  IIL  1, 

WHEN,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  be 
Perfectly  resign'd  to  Thee  ? 
Poor  and  vile  in  mine  own  eyes, 
Only  in  Thy  wisdom  wise? 

2  Only  thee  content  to  know, 
Ignorant  of  all  below  ? 
Only  .guided  by  Thy  light  ? 
Only  mighty  in  Thy  might  ? 

3  Fully  let  my  life  express 
All  the  heights  of  holiness ; 
Sweetly  let  my  spirit  prove 
All  the  depths  of  humble  love. 


HYMN  315.  C.  M. 

IN  tears  and  trials  we  must  sow 
To  reap  in  joy  and  love. 
We  cannot  find  our  home  below, 
And  look  for  one  above. 


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2  Children  of  God  have  ever  thus 

In  wisdom  learn'd  to  grow  ; 
Yea,  He  who  gave  Himself  for  us 
Was  perfected  by  woe. 

3  Thou,  Man  of  Sorrows,  Thou  didst  not 

The  bitter  cup  decline; 
Why  should  I  claim  a  better  lot, 
A  smoother  path  than  Thine  ? 

4  Intent  the  guiltless  blood  to  shed, 

That  should  for  guilt  atone, 
Thou  didst  the  mighty  wine-press  tread, 
Unshrinking,  tho'  alone. 

5  And  shall  I  murmur  or  repine 

At  aught  thy  hand  may  send  ? 
Nay,  I  my  all  to  Thee  resign. 
My  ever-ruling  friend. 


HYMN  316.  C.  M. 

OH !  for  a  heart  to  praise  ray  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  Thy  blood 
So  freely  shed  for  me. 

2  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  An  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart. 

Believing,  true,  and  clean  ! 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within. 
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4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine  ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  Thine. 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart ; 

Come  quickly  from  above ; 
Write  Thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  Love. 


HYMN  317.  CM. 

THERE  is  a  fold  where  none  can  stray. 
And  pastures  ever  green, 
Where  sultry  sun,  or  stormy  day, 
Or  night  is  never  seen. 

2  Far  up  the  everlasting  hills, 

In  God's  own  light  it  lies ; 
His  smile  its  vast  dimension  fills 
With  joy  that  never  dies. 

3  One  narrow  vale,  one  darksome  wave, 

Divides  that  land  from  this; 
I  have  a  Shepherd  pledged  to  save, 
And  bear  me  home  to  bliss. 

4  Soon  at  His  feet  my  soul  will  lie. 

In  life's  last  struggling  breath  ; 
But  I  shall  only  seem  to  die, 
I  shall  not  taste  of  death. 

5  Far  from  this  guilty  world,  to  be 

Exempt  from  toil  and  strife  ; 
To  spend  eternity  with  Thee, 
My  Saviour,  this  is  life ! 


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trials. 

HYMN  318.  P.M. 

WHEN  I  can  trust  ray  all  with  God, 
In  trial's  fearful  hour, 
Bow,  all  resign'd,  beneath  His  rod, 

And  bless  His  sparing  power ; 
A  joy  springs  up  amid  distress, 
A  fountain  in  the  wilderness. 

0  to  be  brought  to  Jesus'  feet, 
Though  sorrows  fix  me  there. 

Is  still  a  privilege ;  and  sweet 
The  energies  of  prayer ; 

Though  sighs  and  tears  its  language  be, 

If  Christ  be  nigh,  and  smile  on  me, 

O  blessed  be  the  hand  that  gave. 

Still  blessed  when  it  takes, 
Blessed  be  He  who  smites  to  save, 

Who  heals  the  heart  He  breaks  ; 
Perfect  and  true  are  all  His  ways, 
Whom  heaven  adores,  and  earth  obeys. 


HYMN  319.  P.  M. 

ALMIGHTY  God !  I  call  to  Thee, 
By  sore  temptation  shaken; 
Incline  Thy  gracious  ear  to  me. 
And  leave  me  not  forsaken  ; 
For  who  that  feels  the  power  within 
Of  past  remorse  and  present  sin, 
Can  stand,  0  Lord,  before  Thee? 

2  On  Thee  alone  my  stay  I  place. 
All  human  help  rejecting, 
Relying  on  Thy  sovereign  grace. 
Thy  sovereign  aid  expecting ; 


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I  rest  upon  Tliy  sacred  word 
That  Thou'lt  repel  liim  not,  O  Lord, 
Who  to  Thy  mercy  fleeth. 

3  And  though  I  travail  all  the  night, 

And  travail  all  the  morrow, 
My  trust  is  in  Jehovah's  might, 

My  triumph  in  my  sorrow  ; 
Forgetting  not  that  Thou  of  old, 
Didst  Israel,  though  weak,  uphold ; 
When  weakest,  then  most  loving  ! 

4  What  though  my  sinfulness  is  great. 

Redeeming  love  is  greater ; 
.  What  though  all  hell  should  lie  in  wait. 

Supreme  is  my  Creator ; 
And  He  my  Rock  and  Fortress  is, 
And  when  most  helpless,  most  I'm  His, 
My  Strength  and  my  Redeemer. 


HYMN  320.  III.  1 

GENTLY,  gently  lay  Thy  rod 
On  my  sinful  head,  0  God ! 
Stay  Thy  wrath,  in  mercy  stay, 
Lest  I  sink  beneath  its  sway. 

2  Heal  me,  for  my  flesh  is  weak, 
Hear  me,  for  Thy  gi-ace  I  seek ; 
This  my  only  plea  I  make. 
Heal  me  for  thy  mercy's  sake. 

3  Who,  within  the  silent  grave. 
Shall  proclaim  Thy  power  to  save  ? 
Lord  !  my  sinking  soul  reprieve  ; 
Speak  1  and  I  shall  rise  and  live. 


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4  Lo !  He  comes— He  heeds  my  plea, 
Lo!  He  comes — the  shadows  flee  ; 
Glory  roLiad  me  dawns  once  more ; 
Rise,  my  spirit,  and  adore. 


HYMN  321.  C.  M. 

DEAR  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
On  Thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 
On  Thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  Thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  Thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief. 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  But  O  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  Thee  mine ; 
The  spriijgs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail. 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee  ? 

Thou  art  my  only  trust ; 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  Thee, 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

5  Hast  Thou  not  bid  me  seek  Thy  face  * 

And  shall  I  seek  in  vain  ? 
And  can  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 
Be  deaf  when  I  complain  ? 

6  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still, 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat : 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will. 
And  wait  beneath  Thy  feet. 


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HYMN  322.  C.  M. 

AFFLICTION  is  a  stormy  deep, 
Where  wave  resounds  to  wave  ! 
Though  o'er  our  heads  the  billows  roll, 
We  know  the  Lord  can  save. 

2  When  darkness,  and  when  sorrows  rose, 

And  pressed  on  every  side. 
The  Lord  hath  still  sustained  our  steps, 
And  still  hath  been  our  Guide. 

3  Perhaps  before  the  morning  dawn, 

He  will  restore  our  peace ; 
For  He  who  bade  the  tempest  roar 
Can  bid  the  tempest  cease. 

4  Here  will  we  rest,  here  build  our  hopes, 

Nor  murmur  at  His  rod  ; 
He's  more  to  us  than  all  the  world. 
Our  Health,  our  Life,  our  God. 


HYMN  323.  L.  M. 

THE  darken'd  sky,  how  thick  it  lowers ! 
Troubled   with    storms   and  big  with 
showers. 
No  cheerful  gleam  of  light  appears. 
But  nature  poureth  forth  her  tears. 

2  Yet  let  the  sons  of  grace  revive ; 

He  bids  the  soul  that  seeks  Him,  live  ; 
And  from  the  gloomiest  shade  of  night 
Calls  forth  a  morning  of  delight. 

3  The  seeds  of  ecstacy  unknown 
Are  in  the  water'd  furrows  sown  ; 

And  heaven  shall  pour  its  beams  around. 
Till  the  ripe  harvest  load  the  ground. 


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4  Then  shall  the  trembling  mourner  come, 
And  find  his  sheaves,  and  bear  them  home ! 
The  voice  long  broke  with  sighs  shall  sing, 
Till  heaven  with  hallelujahs  ring  ! 


HYMN  324.  S.  M. 

YOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take  : 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine 
Bid  every  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home, 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will  to  the  end 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine, 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

4  When  we  in  darkness  walk. 

Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
Then  is  the  time  to  trust  our  God, 
And  rest  upon  His  name. 

5  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

Subside  at  his  control ; 
His  loving-kindness  shall  break  through 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

6  Blest  is  the  man,  O  God, 

That  stays  himself  on  Thee ! 
Who  waits  for  Thy  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  Thy  salvation  see. 


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HYMN  325.  III.  3. 

FULL  of  trembling  expectation, 
Feeling  much,  and  fearing  more, 
Mighty  Lord  of  my  salvation, 
I  Thy  timely  aid  implore ; 
By  Thy  suftering,  O  be  near  me, 

All  my  sufferings  to  sustain  ; 
By  Thy  sorer  griefs  to  cheer  me, 
By  Thy  more  than  mortal  pain. 

2  Call  to  mind  that  unknown  anguish, 

In  the  days  of  flesh  below  ; 
"When  thy  troubled  soul  did  languish 

Under  a  whole  world  of  woe  ; 
When  Thou  didst  our  curse  inherit. 

Groan  beneath  our  guilty  load, 
Burden'd  with  a  wounded  spirit, 

Bruis'd  beneath  the  hand  of  God. 

3  By  Thy  dread,  unknown,  temptation. 

In  that  dark,  Satanic  hour  ; 
By  Thy  last,  mysterious  passion. 

Screen  me  from  the  tempter's  power. 
By  Thy  fainting  in  the  garden, 

By  Thy  bloody  sweat,  I  pray, 
Write  upon  my  heart  the  pardon, 

Take  my  sins  and  fears  away. 

4  By  the  travail  of  Thy  Spirit, 

By  thine  outcry  on  the  tree, 
By  Thine  agonizing  merit, 

In  my  pangs  remember  me  ! 
By  Thy  precious  death  assuring, 

My  poor  dying  soul  befriend. 
And  with  patience,  all  enduring, 

Make  me  faithful  to  the  end. 


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HYMN  326.  L.  M. 

THE  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high, 
Clouds  overcast  my  wint'ry  sky  ; 
Out  of  the  depths  to  Thee  I  call ; 
My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 

2  0  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 

And  guide  and  guard   me   through    the 

storm  : 
Defend  me  from  each  threatening  ill : 
Control  the  waves ;  say,  "  Peace  !  be  still." 

3  Amid  the  roaring  of  the  sea. 

My  soul  still  hangs  her  hopes  on  Thee  ; 
Thy  constant  love,  Thy  faithful  care. 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

4  Though  tempest-toss'd  and  half  a  wreck. 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek  : 
Let  neither  winds  nor  stormy  main 
Force  back  my  shattered  bark  again. 


HYMN  327.  L.  M. 

ETERNAL  beam  of  light  divine, 
Fountain  of  unexhausted  love  ; 
In  whom  the  Father's  glories  shine, 

Through    earth   beneath,    and   Heaven 
above : 


Jesus,  the  weary  wand'rer's  rest. 
Give  me  Thy  easy  yoke  to  bear ; 

With  steadfast  patience  arm  my  breast, 

With  trustful  love  and  lowly  fear. 

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3  Thankful  I  take  the  cnp  from  Thee," 

Prepared  and  mingled  by  Thy  skill : 
Though  bitter  to  the  taste  it  be, 
It  hath  the  power  to  heal  me  still. 

4  Be  thou,  0  Rock  of  ages,  nigh  ! 

That  I  each  murm'ring  thought  may 
shun  ; 
And  grief  and  fear  and  care  shall  fly, 
As  clouds  before  the  mid-day  sun. 

5  Speak  to  my  warring  passions, — Peace ; 

Say  to  ray  trembling  heart, — Be  still ; 
Thy  power  can  bid  the  conflict  cease, 
For  all  things  serve  Thy  sov'reigu  wall. 

6  0  death  !  wdiere  is  thy  sting  ?  Where  now 

Thy  boasted  victory,  0  grave! 
Who  shall  contend  with  God  ?  or  how 
Can  he  be  hurt  whom  God  will  save  ? 


HYMN  328.  C.  M. 

THOU  art  my  hiding  place,  0  Lord  ! 
In  Thee  I  fl-x  my  trust. 
Encouraged  by  Thy  holy  word, 
A  feeble  child  of  dust. 

2  I  have  no  argument  beside, 

I  urge  no  other  plea. 
And  'tis  enough — the  Saviour  died. 
The  Saviour  died  for  me. 

3  When  storms  of  fierce  temptation  beat, 

And  furious  foes  assail. 

My  refuge  is  the  mercy-seat, 

My  hope  within  the  veil. 


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4  From  strife  of  tongues  and  bitter  words, 

My  Spirit  flies  to  Thee  ; 
Joy  to  my  heart  the  thought  affords, 
My  Saviour  died  for  me. 

5  And  when  Thy  awful  voice  commands 

Tliis  body  to  decay. 
And  life,  in  its  last  lingering  sands, 
Is  ebbing  fast  away  ; 

6  Then,  though  it  be  in  accents  weak 

My  voice  shall  call  on  Thee, 
And  ask  for  strength  in  death  to  speak, 
"  My  Saviour  died  for  me." 


HYMN  329.  C.  M. 

YTOW  to  the  haven  of  Thy  breast, 
1>    0  Son  of  Man,  I  fly  ; 
Be  Thou  my  refuge  and  my  rest. 
For  O !  tiie  storm  is  high. 

2  Protect  me  from  the  furious  blast, 

My  shield  and  shelter  be ; 
Hide  me,  my  Saviour,  till  o'erpast 
The  storm  of  sin  I  see. 

3  As  welcome  as  the  water-spring 

Is  to  a  barren  place, 
Jesus,  descend  on  me,  and  bring 
Thy  sweet,  refreshing  grace. 

4  As  o'er  a  parched  and  w^eary  land, 

A  rock  its  sliade  doth  spread, 
So  hide  me.  Saviour,  with  Thy  hand, 
And  screen  my  naked  head. 


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5  In  all  the  times  of  my  distress, 

Thou  bast  my  succour  been  ; 
And,  in  my  utter  helplessness. 
Restraining  me  from  sin. 

6  How  swift  to  save  me  didst  Thou  move, 

In  every  trying  hour  ; 
O !  still  protect  me  with  Thy  love. 
And  shield  me  with  Thy  power. 


HYMN  330.  C.  M. 

OTHOU,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 
I  lift  my  soul  to  Thee ; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
O  Lord,  remember  me ! 

2  For  Thy  dear  sake,  if  on  my  name 

Reproach  and  shame  shall  be, 
I'll  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  shame ; 
0  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

3  If  worn  with  pain,  disease,  and  grief, 

This  feeble  body  be ; 
Grant  patience,  rest,  and  kind  relief; 

0  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

4  When,  in  the  solemn  hour  of  death, 

1  wait  Thy  just  decree. 

Be  this  the  prayer  of  my  last  breath  ; 
0  Lord,  remember  me  1 

5  And  when  before  Thy  throne  I  stand, 

And  lift  my  soul  to  Thee, 
There,  with  the  saints  at  Thy  right  hand, 
0  Lord,  remember  me  ! 


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HYMN  331. 

WHEN  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past, 
And  mourns  the  present  pain, 
'Tis  sweet  to  think  of  peace  at  last. 
And  feel  that  death  is  gain. 

2  'Tis  not  that  murmming  thoughts  arise. 

And  dread  a  Father's  will ; 
'Tis  not  that  meek  submission  flies. 
And  would  not  suffer  still  : 

3  It  is  that  heaven-born  faith  surveys 

The  path  that  leads  to  light. 
And  longs  her  eagle  plumes  to  raise, 
And  lose  herself  in  sight. 

4  0  let  me  wing  my  hallow'd  flight 

From  earth-born  woe  and  care. 
And  soar  above  these  clouds  of  night, 
My  Saviour's  bliss  to  share. 


HYMN  332.  S.  M. 

OLEAD  me  to  the  Rock 
J    That's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 

« 

2  Within  Thy  presence,  Lord, 

Forever  I'll  abide ; 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence. 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

3  Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  Thy  name ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shall  possess  the  same. 
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HYMN  333.  II.  1. 

THY  mercy  heard  my  infant  prayer, 
Thy  love,  with  all  a  parent's  care, 
Siistain'd  my  childish  days : 
Thy  goodness  watch'd  my  ripening  youth, 
x\nd  form'd  my  heart  to  love  Thy  truth. 
And  fiU'd  my  lips  with  praise. 

Then  e'en  in  age  and  grief,  Thy  name 
Shall  still  my  languid  heart  inflame. 

And  bow  ray  faltering  knee  : 
Oh  1  yet  this  bosom  feels  the  fire. 
This  trembling  hand  and  tuneless  lyre 

Have  yet  a  strain  for  Thee  ! 

Yes !  broken,  tuneless,  still,  0  Lord, 
This  voice  transported  shall  record 

Thy  goodness  tried  so  long ; 
Till  sinking  slow,  with  calm  decay, 
Its  feeble  murmurs  melt  away 

Into  a  seraph's  song. 


HYMN  334.  III.  4. 

JESUS'  hour  is  not  yet  come  : 
Let  this  word  thine  answer  be. 
Pilgrim,  asking  for  thy  home. 

Longing  to  be  blest  and  free  ; 
Yet  a  season  tarry  on ; 
Nobly  borne  is  nobly  done. 

While  oppressing  pains  and  fears. 
Night  and  day  thy  spirit  grieve. 

Still  prolonged  through  many  years, 
None  to  help  thee  or  relieve ; 

Hold  the  word  of  promise  fast. 

Till  deliverance  comes  at  last. 


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3  Dost  thou  ask,  When  comes  His  hour  ? 

Then,  when  it  shall  aid  thee  best; 
Trast  His  faithfuhiess  and  power. 

Trust  in  Him  and  calmly  rest ; 
Suffer  on,  and  hope,  and  wait; 
Jesus  never  comes  too  late. 

4  Blessed  day  which  hastens  fast. 

End  of  conflict  and  of  sin  ! 
Death  itself  shall  die  at  last. 

Heaven's  eternal  joys  begin  : 
Then  eternity  shall  prove, 
God  is  Light,  and  God  is  Love. 


HYMN  335.  S.  M. 

THOU  very  present  aid 
In  siiff"ering  and  distress  ; 
The  mind  which  still  on  Thee  is  stay'd, 
Is  kept  in  perfect  peace. 

2  The  soul  by  faith  reclined 

On  the  Redeemer's  breast, 
'Mid  raging  storms,  exults  to  find 
An  everlasting  rest. 

3  It  hallows  every  cross; 

It  sw^eetly  comforts  me  ; 
Makes  me  forget  my  every  loss, 
And  find  my  all  in  Thee. 

4  Jesus,  to  whom  I  fly. 

Doth  all  my  wishes  fill ; 
What  though  created  streams  are  dry, 
I  have  the  fountain  still. 


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Stripp'd  of  each  earthly  friend, 

I  find  them  all  in  one  ; 
And  peace  and  joy  which  never  end, 

And  heaven,  in  Christ,  begun. 


HYMN  336.  C.  M. 

OGOD !  to  Thee  we  raise  our  eyes  ; 
Calm  resignation  we  implore  ; 
0  let  no  murmuring  thoughts  arise, 
But  humbly  let  us  still  adore. 

2  With  meek  submission  may  we  bear 

Each  needful  cross  Thou  shalt  ordain, 
Nor  think  our  trials  too  severe, 

Nor  of  Thy  chastening  hand  complain. 

3  For,  though  mysterious  now  Thy  ways 

To  erring  mortals  may  appear. 
Hereafter  we  shall  praise  Thy  name 
For  all  our  keenest  sufferings  here. 

4  Thy  needful  help,  O  Lord,  aflford. 

Give  grace  to  keep  us  from  despair ; 
Ever  to  rest  us  on  Thy  word, 

And  find  our  sweetest  comfort  there. 


(2:1)0  Cliristian  £ife. 

HYMN  337.  IH.  4. 

SAVIOUR  !  once  to  Thee  presented, 
At  thy  footstool  I  was  laid  : 
In  life's  bloom,  my  heart  consented 
To  the  vows  my  sponsors  made  ; 
Thine  in  infancy  ancl  youth. 
Should  I  not  have  kept  Thy  truth  ? 


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2  Thine  by  right,  as  my  Creator, 

Who  my  two-fold  life  bestowed, 
Saved  by  Thee,  my  Mediator, 

Ransomed  with  Thy  precious  blood  ; 
Thine  by  my  baptismal  vow. 
Shall  my  heart  forsake  Thee  now  ? 

3  No  !  not  far  then  let  me  wander. 

Thou  hast  stricken  to  reclaim  ; 
O'er  the  guilty  past  I  ponder. 

Overwhelmed  with  grief  and  shame  ; 
Still  that  Lord  whose  seal  I  wear, 
Pours  for  me  th'  availing  prayer. 

4  Welcome  the  severest  token. 

That  God  "  lets  me  not  alone  ;" 
Though  His  cov'nant  I  have  broken. 

He  reclaims  me  as  His  own  ; 
Saviour,  now  my  soul  restore. 
Bid  me  "  Go  and  sin  no  more." 


HYMN  338.  HI.  3. 

JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave  and  follow  Thee, 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  IVe  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known  ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  ! 
God  and  lieaven  are  still  my  own. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me. 
They  have  left  my  Saviour,  too ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me, 
Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue  : 


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And  wliile  Thou  slialt  smile  upon  me, 
God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  raiglit, 

Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me  ; 
Show  Thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast ; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
Oh  !  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  Thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 
Oh !  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me. 

Were  that  joy  unmix'd  with  Thee. 

Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation, 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee ; 

Think  wdiat  Father's  smiles  are  thine  ; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee  ; 

Child  of  heaven,  can'st  thou  repine  ? 

Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Arm'd  by  faith,  and  wing'd  by  prayer  ; 
Heaven's  eternal  gates  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission. 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


HYMN  339.  S.  M. 

BEHOLD  the  Christian  life— 
A  soldier's  course,  from  battles  won 
To  new  commencing  strife  ; 

A  pilgrim's — restless  as  the  sun. 


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2  The  hosts  of  darkness  pant  for  spoil ; 

llow  can  our  warfare  close  ? 
Lonely  we  tread  a  foreign  soil, 
How  can  we  hope  repose ! 

3  Oh !  let  us  seek  our  heavenly  home, 

Revealed  in  sacred  lore  ; 
The  land  whence  pilgrims  never  roam, 
Where  soldiers  war  no  more ; 

4  Where  grief  shall  never  wound,  nor  death. 

Beneath  the  Saviour's  reign, 
Nor  sin  with  pestilential  breath. 
His  holy  realm  profane. 

5  The  land  where  suns  and  moons  unknown. 

And  night's  alternate  sway, 
Jehovah's  ever-burning  throne 
Upholds  unbroken  day ; 

6  Where  they  who  meet  shall  never  part. 

Where  grace  achieves  its  plan  ; 
And  God  uniting  every  heart. 
Dwells  face  to  face  with  man. 


HYMN  340.  HI.  2. 

AM  I  called  ?  and  can  it  be  ? 
Has  the  Saviour  pitied  me  ? 
Guilty,  wretched  as  I  am. 
Has  He  named  my  worthless  name  ? 
Vilest  of  the  vile  am  I ; 
Dare  I  raise  my  hopes  so  high  ? 


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2  Am  I  called  ?  I  dare  not  stay, 
May  not,  must  not  disobey  ; 
Here  I  lay  me  at  Thy  feet, 
Clinging  to  the  mercy-seat ; 
Thine  I  am  and  Thine  alone ; 
Lord,  with  me  Thy  will  be  done. 

3  Am  I  called  ?  what  shall  I  bring, 
As  an  offering  to  my  king  ? 
Poor  and  blind  and  naked,  I 
Trembling  at  thy  footstool  lie ; 
Nought  but  sin  I  call  my  own, 
Nor  for  sin  can  sin  atone. 

4  Am  I  called  ?  an  heir  of  God  ! 
Washed,  redeemed  by  precious  blood  ! 
Father,  lead  me  by  Thy  hand. 
Guide  me  to  that  better  land, 
Where  my  soul  shall  be  at  rest. 
Pillowed  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

HYMN  341.  C.  M. 

SHALL  Simon  bear  the  cross  alone. 
And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
N  o  !  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above. 

Who  once  went  sorrowing  here  ; 
For  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

3  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free  ; 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear, 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 


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4  Upon  the  cr3'stal  pavement  down 

At  Jesus'  pierced  feet, 
Joyful,  I'll  cast  my  golden  crown, 
And  His  dear  name  repeat. 

5  And  palms  shall  wave,  and  harps  shall  ring 

Beneath  heaven's  arches  high, 
"The   Lord  that  lives,"  —  the    ransomed 
sing, 
"  That  lives  no  more  to  die." 


HYMN  342.  0.  M. 

HOW  blessed,  from  the  bonds  of  sin 
And  earthly  fetters  free, 
In  singleness  of  heart  and  aim, 

Thy  servant,  Lord,  to  be  ! 
The  hardest  toil  to  undertake 
With  joy  at  Thy  command  ! 
The  meanest  office  to  receive 
With  meekness  at  Thy  hand  I 

2  With  willing  heart  and  longing  eyes. 

To  watcli  before  Thy  gate. 
Ready  to  run  the  weary  race, 

To  bear  the  heavy  weight ; 
No  voice  of  thunder  to  expect, 

But  follow  calm  and  still, 
For  love  can  easily  divine 

The  One  Beloved's  will. 

3  Thus  may  I  serve  Thee,  Gracious  Lord  ! 

Thus  ever  Thine  alone. 
My  soul  and  body  given  to  Thee, 
The  purchase  Thou  hast  won  : 
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Through  evil  or  through  good  report 

Still  waiting  at  Thy  side, 
By  life  or  death,  in  this  poor  flesh 

Let  Christ  be  magnified  ! 

How  happily  the  working  days 

In  this  dear  service  fly  ! 
How  rapidly  the  closing  hour, 

The  time  of  rest,  draws  nigh. 
When  all  the  faithful  gather  home, 

A  joyful  company ! 
And  ever  where  the  Master  is, 

There  shall  His  servants  be. 


HYMN  343.  L.  M. 

THOU,  whom  my  soul  admires  above 
All  earthly  joy  and  earthly  love. 
Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know, 
Where  do  Thy  sweetest  pastures  grow  ? 

2  Where  is, the  shadow  of  that  rock 
That  from  the  sun  defends  thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  Thy  sheep, 
Among  them  rest,  among  them  sleep. 

3  Why  should  Thy  bride  appear  like  one 
That  turns  aside  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  constant  feet  would  never  rove, 
Would  never  seek  another  love. 

4  The  footsteps  of  thy  flock  I  see  ; 
Thy  sweetest  pastures  here  they  be  ; 
A  wondrous  feast  Thy  love  prepares. 
Bought  with  Thy  wounds,  and  groans,  and 

tears. 


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0  His  dearest  flesli  lie  makes  my  food, 
And  bids  me  drink  His  richest  blood  ; 
Safe  on  these  hills,  my  soul  would  roam, 
Till  my  Beloved  leads  me  home. 


HYMN  344.  S.  M. 

[T  WAS  a  foe  to  God, 

X  I  fong-ht  in  Satan's  host, 
I  trifled  all  His  grace  away, 

Alas  !  ray  soul  was  lost. 
Yet  God  forgets  my  sin, 

His  heart,  with  pity  moved, 
He  wins  me,  dearest  Lord,  in  Thee  ; 

Lo  1  thus  our  God  hath  loved. 


2  God  with  this  life  of  love, 

To  me  was  far  and  strange ; 
My  heart  clung  only  to  the  world 

Of  sio-ht  and  sense  and  chano-e ; 
In  thee,  Immanuel, 

Are  God  and  man  made  one  ; 
In  Thee  my  heart  hath  peace  with  God, 

And  union  in  the  Son. 

3  Oh,  ponder  this,  my  soul, 

Our  God  hath  loved  us  thus. 
That  e'en  His  only  dearest  Son 

He  freely  giveth  us ; 
Thou  precious  gift  of  God, 

Thou  Saviour  of  my  soul, 
Forever  bound  to  Thee,  my  name. 

Among  Thy  host  enroll] 


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HYMN  345.  S.M. 

[T  WAS  a  wandering  sheep, 
X  I  did  not  love  tlie  fold, 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  would  not  he  controU'd. 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home  ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 
I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

2  The  Shepherd  sought  His  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  His  child. 
And  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild. 
He  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished,  and  faint  and  lone  ; 
He  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 

And  saved  the  wand'ring  one. 

3  He  spoke  in  tender  love, 

He  raised  my  drooping  head ; 
He  gently  closed  my  bleeding  wounds, 

My  fainting  soul  He  fed. 
He  washed  my  filth  away, 

"He  made  me  clean  and  fair, 
He  brought  me  to  my  home  in  peace, 

The  lono-  sought  wanderer. 

4  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is, 

'Twas  He  that  loved  my  soul, 
'Twas  He  that  washed  me  in  His  blood, 

'Twas  He  that  made  me  whole. 
'Twas  He  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep, 
'Twas  he  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 

'Tis  He  that  stilf  doth  keep. 


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I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  would  not  be  controU'd ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  the  fold ! 
I  was  a  wayward  child  ; 

I  once  preferred  to  roam, 
But  now  I  love  my  Father's  voice  ; 

I  love,  I  love  his  home !] 


HYMN  346.  II.  6. 

[T  LAY  my  sins  on  Jesus, 

i  The  spotless  Lamb  of  God, 
He  bears  them  all  and  frees  us 

From  the  accursed  load. 
I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White  in  his  blood  most  precious, 

Till  not  a  spot  remains. 

I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus  ; 

All  fullness  dwells  in  Him, 
He  heals  all  my  diseases. 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem. 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 
•    My  burdens  and  my  cares ; 
He  from  them  all  releases. 

He  all  my  sorrow  shares. 

I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 

This  weary  soul  of  mine, 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  his  breast  recline. 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,  Christ  the  Lord  ; 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes 

His  name  abroad  is  poured. 
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I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild, 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  holy  Child. 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng. 
To  sing  with  saints  his  praises, 

To  learn  the  angels'  song.] 


HYMN  347.  L.  M. 

[T  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away  ; 
X  Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind; 
False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 

Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair : 
And  whilst  I  listened  to  your  song. 

Your    streams    had  ev'n   conveyed  me 
there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  Thy  matchless  grace 

That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss  ; 
That  drew  me  from  those  treach'rous  seas 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now,  to  the  shining  realms  above 

I  stretch  my  hands  and  glance  my  eyes  : 
Oh  !  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove. 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies.] 


HYMN  348.  C.  M. 

JESUS,  since  first  I  heard  Thy  voice 
And  Thy  dear  cross  surveyed, 
I've  longed  to  make  the  happy  choice 
Thy  favour'd  Mary  made. 


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2  0  may  it  be  iny  business  here 

Thro'  all  my  years  and  clays, 
To  wait  on  Thee,  Thy  word  to  hear. 
And  run  in  all  Thy  ways. 

3  In  this  vain  world  let  others  meet 

The  pleasures  of  their  choice, 
But  let  me  sit  at  Jesus'  feet. 
And  in  His  love  rejoice. 

4  Wealth  that  the  world  hath  not  to  give 

My  Saviour  shall  supply, 
I  wish  at  Jesus'  feet  to  live, 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  die. 


HYMN  349.  S.  M. 

MY  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life 
Against  thy  heavenly  crown. 
Nor  suffer  Satan's  deadliest  strife 
To  beat  thy  courage  down. 

2  With  prayer  and  crying  strong 

Hold  on  the  fearful  fight. 
And  let  the  breaking  day  prolong 
The  wrestling  of  the  night. 

3  The  battle  soon  will  yield, 

If  thou  thy  part  fulfil ; 
For  strong  as  is  the  hostile  shield, 
Thy  sword  is  stronger  still. 

4  Thine  armour  is  divine. 

Thy  feet  with  victory  shod  ; 
And  on  thy  head  shall  quickly  shine 
The  diadem  of  God. 


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HYMN  350.  III.  1. 

["VTAY,  I  cannot  let  Thee  go, 
l\    Till  a  blessing  Thou  bestow  ; 
Do  not  turn  away  Thy  face, 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 

Thou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold. 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 
Scorn  Thy  grace,  Thy  power  defy, 
That  poor  rebel,  Lord,  was  I. 

3  Once  a  sinner,  near  despair, 
Sought  Thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer  ; 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free. 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

4  Many  years  have  passed  since  then  ; 
Many  changes  have  I  seen  ; 

Yet  iiave  been  upheld  till  now, 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  Thou  ? 

5  Thou  hast  help'd  in  every  need, 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead  : 
After  so  much  mercv  past, 
Canst  Thou  let  me  sink  at  last ! 

6  No  !  I  must  maintain  my  hold  ; 
'Tis  Thy  goodness  makes  me  bold : 
I  can  no  denial  take, 

When  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake.] 


HYMN  351.  L.  M. 

AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  His  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  His  name  ? 


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2  Must  I  bo  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flovv'ry  beds  of  ease, 
AVhile  others  fought  to  Avin  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face, 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign ; 

Increase  my  courage.  Lord  ; 
I'll  bear  the  cross,  endure  the  pain. 
Supported  by  Thy  Avord. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war. 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 
They  view  the  triumph  from  afar. 
With  faith's  enraptured  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise. 

And  all  Thine  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  Thine. 


HYMN  352.  S.  M. 

TEACH  me,  my  God  and  King, 
Thy  will  in  all  to  see  ; 
And  what  I  do  in  anything, 
To  do  it  as  for  Thee ! 

2  To  scorn  the  senses'  sway, 
While  still  to  Thee  I  tend; 
In  all  I  do,  be  Thou  the  way. 
In  all,  be  Thou  the  end. 


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3  All  may  of  Thee  partake  ; 

Nothing  so  small  can  be 
But  draws,  when  done  for  Thy  dear  sake, 
Greatness  and  worth  from  Thee. 

4  If  done  beneath  Thy  laws 

E'en  servile  labours  shine  ; 
Hallow'd  is  toil,  if  Thine  the  cause ; 
The  meanest  work,  divine. 


HYMN  353.  L.  M. 

OLORD,  Thy  counsels  and  Thy  care 
My  safety  and  my  comfort  are ; 
And  Thou  shalt  guide  me  through  my  race 
Till  glory  crown  the  work  of  grace. 

2  On  whom  but  Thee,  in  heaven  above. 
Can  I  repose  my  ti-ust,  my  love  ? 
And  shall  an  earthly  object  be 
Loved  in  comparison  with  Thee  ? 

3  My  flesh  is  hast'ning  to  decay  ; 

Soon  shall  the  world  have  passed  away ; 
And  what  can  mortal  friends  avail. 
When  heart,  and  strength,  and  life  shall 
fail? 

4  But  Oh !  my  Saviour,  be  Thou  nigh, 
And  I  will  triumph  when  I  die  ; 

My  strength,  my  portion,  is  divine  ; 
And  Jesus  is  forever  mine  ! 


HYMN  354.  L.  M. 

BESET  with  snares  on  every  hand, 
In  Life's  uncertain  path  I  stand; 
Saviour  divine,  diffuse  Thy  light. 
To  guide  my  doubtful  footsteps  right. 


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2  Engage  this  roving,  treacherous  heart, 
To  fix  on  Mary's  better  part ; 

To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day, 

For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 

3  Then  let  the  wildest  storms  arise, 
Let  tempests  mingle  earth  and  skies ; 
No  fatal  shipwreck  shall  I  fear, 

But  all  my  treasures  with  me  bear. 

4  If  Thou,  my  Jesus,  still  be  nigh. 
Cheerful  I  live,  and  joyful  die  ; 
Secure  when  mortal  comforts  flee, 
To  find  ten  thousand  worlds  in  Thee. 


HYMN  355.  C.  M. 

LORD,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care. 
Whether  I  die  or  live  ; 
To  love  and  serve  Thee  is  my  share, 
And  this  Thy  grace  must  give. 

2  If  life  be  long,  I  will  be  glad, 

That  I  may  long  obey ; 
If  short,  yet  why  should  I  be  sad 
To  soar  to  endless  day  ? 

3  Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms 

Than  He  went  through  before ; 
Whoe'er  into  this  kingdom  comes, 
Must  enter  by  His  door. 

4  Come,  Lord,  when  grace  has   made  me 

meet. 
Thy  blessed  face  to  see ; 
For  if  Thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet. 
What  will  Thy  glory  be  ? 


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5  Then  shall  I  end  my  sad  complaints, 

And  weary,  sinful  days, 
And  join  with  the  triumphant  saints 
That  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 

6  My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small, 

The  eye  of  faith  is  dim  ; 
But  'tis  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 
And  I  shall  be  with  Him. 


HYMN  356.  HI.  3. 

*  [T  SOJOURN  in  a  vale  of  tears, 
i  Alas !  how  can  I  sing  ? 
My  harp  doth  on  the  willows  hang. 

Untuned  in  every  string. 
My  music  is  a  captive's  chain ; 

Harsh  sounds  my  ears  do  fill ; 
How  shall  I  sing  sweet  Sion's  song 
On  this  side  Sion's  hill  ? 

2  Come,  then,  my  ever  dearest  Lord, 

My  sweetest,  surest  friend  ; 
Come,  for  I  loathe  these  Kedar  tents  ; 

Thy  fiery  chariot  send. 
What  have  I  here?  My  thoughts  and  joys, 

Are  all  before  me  gone ; 
My  eager  soul  would  follow  them 

To  Thine  eternal  throne. 


*  This  and  also  the  Hjrmns  on  several  of  the 
preceding  pages,  included  in  brackets,  might  come 
more  appropriately  under  the  head  of  Private 
Devotion. 


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What  have  I  in  this  barren  land  ? 

My  Jesus  is  not  here  ; 
Mine  eyes  will  ne'er  be  blest  until 

My  Jesus  doth  appear. 
My  Jesus  is  gone  up  to  Heaven. 

To  gain  a  place  for  me; 
For  'tis  His  will  that  where  He  is 

There  should  His  servant  be. 


Canaan  1  view  from  Pisgah's  top, 

Its  grapes  are  my  repast ; 
My  Lord  who  sends  unto  me  here, 

Will  send  for  me  at  last. 
I  have  a  God  that  changeth  not. 

Why  should  I  be  perplext  ? 
My  God  that  owns  me  in  this  world 

Will  own  me  in  the  next. 


5  Go  fearless,  then,  my  soul ;  with  God 

Into  His  banquet-room ; 
Thou  who  hast  journey'd  with  him  here. 

Go  feast  with  Him  at  home. 
View  death  with  a  believing  eye, 

It  hath  an  angel's  face ; 
And  this  kind  angel  will  prefer 

Thee  to  an  angel's  place. 

6  My  dearest  friends  they  dwell  above ; 

Them  will  I  go  and  see  ; 
And  all  my  friends  in  Christ  below 

Will  soon  come  after  me. 
Fear  not  the  trump's  earth-rending  sound, 

Dread  not  the  day  of  doom  ; 
For  he  that  is  to  be  thy  Judge, 

Thy  Saviour  is  become.] 
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HYMN  357. 
"VTEARER,  my  God,  to  Thee  ! 
i^     Nearer  to  Thee ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 

2  Though  like  a  wanderer. 

Weary  and  lone. 
Darkness  comes  over  me. 

My  rest  a  stone. 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  1 

3  There  let  my  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven ; 
All  that  Thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  given  ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  Thy  praise. 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Altars  I'll  raise ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  thee ! 

5  And  when  on  joyful  wing. 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 


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iTamJl^  aviii  ^riuate  JUewotian. 

MOENING. 

HYMN   358. 
Daily  Prayer. 

COME  to  the  Morning  Prayer, 
Come  let  ns  kneel  and  pray, 
Prayer  is  tlie  Christian  pilgrim's  staff 
To  walk  with  God  all  day. 

2  At  noon,  beneath  the  Rock 

Of  Ages,  rest  and  pray  ; 
Sweet  is  that  shadow  from  the  heat, 
When  the  sun  smites  by  day. 

3  At  eve,  shut  to  the  door, 

Round  the  home- altar  pray, 
And  finding  there  "the  House  of  God,' 
At  "  heaven's  gate"  close  the  day. 

4  When  midnight  seals  our  eyes. 

Let  each  in  spirit  say, 
"  I  sleep,  but  my  heart  waketh.  Lord, 
With  Thee  to  watch  and  pray." 


HYMN  359.  C.  M. 

ONCE  more  the  sun  is  beaming  bright. 
Once  more  to  God  we  pray. 
That  his  eternal  light  may  guide 
And  cheer  our  souls  this  day.    ' 


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2  Ob,  may  no  sin  our  hands  defile, 

Or  cause  our  minds  to  rove  ; 
Upon  our  lips  be  simple  trutb, 
And  in  our  hearts  be  love. 

3  Throughout  the  day,  O  Christ,  in  Thee 

May  ready  help  be  found. 
To  save  our  souls  from  Satan's  wiles, 
Who  still  is  hovering  round. 

4  Subservient  to  Tby  daily  praise 

Our  daily  toil  shall  be ; 
So  may  our  works  in  Thee  begun 
Be  further'd.  Lord,  by  Thee. 

5  To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

And  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Eternal  glory  be  from  men. 
And  from  the  ano-el  host. 


HYMN  360.  L.  M. 

OJESTJS,  Lord  of  heavenly  grace, 
Thou  brightness  of  Thy  Father's  face. 
Thou  fountain  of  eternal  light. 
Whose  beams  disperse  the  shades  of  night ; 

2  Come,  holy  Sun  of  Heavenly  love. 
Shower  down  Thy  radiance  from  above  ; 
And  to  our  inmost  hearts  convey 

The  Holy  Spirit's  cloudless  day. 

3  May  faith,  deep-rooted  in  the  soul. 
Subdue  our  flesh,  our  minds  control ;    ' 
May  guile  depart,  and  discord  cease, 
And  all  within  be  joy  and  peace. 


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4  0,  hallow'd  be  the  new-born  day ! 
Let  meekness  be  our  morning  ray, 
And  faithful  love. our  noon-day  light, 
And  hope  our  sunset,  calm  and  bright. 

5  0  Christ,  with  each  returning  morn 
Thine  image  to  our  hearts  be  borne ; 
0  may  we  ever  clearly  see 

Our  Saviour  and  our  God  in  Thee ! 


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HYMN  361.  L.  M. 

H  !  timely  happy,  timely  wise. 
Hearts  that  with  rising  morn  arise  ! 
Eyes  that  the  beam  celestial  view. 
Which  evermore  makes  all  things  new ! 

2  New  every  morning  is  the  love 
Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove  ; 
Through  sleep  and  darkness  safely  brought. 
Restored  to  life,  and  power,  and  thought. 

3  New  mercies,  each  returning  day, 
Hover  around  us  while  we  pray  ; 
New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven. 

New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of  heaven. 

4  If  on  our  daily  course  our  mind 
Be  set  to  hallow  all  we  find. 

New  treasures  still  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

5  Old  friends,  old  scenes,  will  lovelier  be, 
As  more  of  heaven  in  each  we  see  ; 
Some  softening  gleam  of  love  and  prayer 
Shall  dawn  on  every  cross  and  care. 

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6  The  trivial  round,  the  common  task, 
Will  furnisli  all  we  ought  to  ask ; 
Room  to  deny  ourselves  ;  a  road 
To  bring  us,  daily,  nearer  God. 


HYMN  362.  L.  M. 

UP  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  skies ; 
Thence  all  her  help  my  soul  derives. 
There  my  Almighty  refuge  lives. 

2  He  lives — the  everlasting  God 

That  built  the  world,  that  spread  the  flood; 
The  heavens  with  all  their  hosts  He  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He  guides  our  feet.  He  guards  our  way ; 
His  morning  smiles  bless  all  the  day  : 
He  spreads  the  evening  veil,  and  keeps 
The  silent  hours,  while  Israel  sleeps. 

4  Israel,  a  name  divinely  blest, 
May  rise  secure,  securely  rest ; 
Thy  holy  Guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  nor  slumber,  nor  surprise. 


HYMN  363.  III.  1. 

SOURCE  of  light  and  life  divine. 
Who  dost  make  the  light  to  shine ; 
Who  did'st  deck  creation's  birth, 
Light  from  darkness  calling  forth  : 


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2  Shade  of  eve  and  morning  ray, 
Who  didst  join  and  name  them  day; 
Darksome  night  again  draws  nigh, 
Listen  to  our  suppliant  cry. 

3  Let  us  not,  by  sin  deprest, 
Lose  the  way  to  endless  rest ; 
Let  no  thoughts  impure  and  vain, 
Down  to  earth  our  spirits  chain. 

4  Rather  lift  them  to  the  skies. 
Where  our  dearest  treasure  lies ; 
Help  us  in  our  daily  strife. 
Help  us  win  the  prize  of  life. 


HYMN  364.  L.  M. 

IN  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid. 
I  safely  passed  the  silent  night ; 
Again  I  see  the  breaking  shade, 
I  drink  ao-ain  the  mornino-  lio-ht. 

O  CD        O 

2  New-born,  I  bless  the  waking  hour, 

Once  more,  with  awe,  rejoice  to  be  ; 
My  conscious  soul  resumes  her  power. 
And  springs,  my  guardian  God,  to  Thee  ! 

3  0  guide  me  through  the  various  maze 

My  doubtful  feet  are  doomed  to  tread ; 
And  spread  Thy  shield's  protecting  blaze 
AVhen  dangers  press  around  my  head. 

4  A  deeper  shade  will  soon  impend  ; 

A  deeper  sleep  mine  eyes  oppress ; 

Yet  then  Thy  strength  shall  still  defend, 

Thy  goodness  still  delight  to  bless. 


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That  deeper  shade  shall  break  away ; 

That  deeper  sleep  shall  leave  mine  eyes; 
Thy  light  shall  give  eternal  day, 

Thy  love,  the  rapture  of  the  skies. 


HYMN  365.  L.  M. 

FORTH  in  Thy  name,  0  Lord,  we  go, 
Our  daily  labour  to  pursue ; 
Thee,  only  Thee,  resolved  to  know, 
In  all  w^e  think,  or  speak,  or  do. 

2  Still  would  we  bear  Thy  easy  yoke. 

And  every  moment  watch  and  pray  ; 
Would  still  to  things  eternal  look, 
And  hasten  to  thy  glorious  day. 

3  For  Thee  alone  we  would  employ 

Whate'er   Thy    bounteous   grace    hath 
given; 
Would  run  our  course  with  even  joy. 
And  closely  walk  with  Thee  to  heaven. 


HYMN  366. 

SUNDAY  MOENIXG. 

WHEN  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose. 
And  sighs  her  God  to  seek. 
How  sweet  to  hail  the  evening's  close. 
That  ends  the  weary  week ! 

2  How  sweet  to  hail  the  early  dawn, 
That  opens  on  the  sight. 
When  first  that  soul-reviving  morn 
Sheds  forth  new  rays  of  light ! 


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3  Sweet  day !  tliinc  hours  too  soon  will  cease; 

Yet  while  they  gently  roll, 
Breathe,  heavenly  Spirit,  source  of  peace, 
A  Sabbath  o'er  my  soul. 

4  When  will  my  pilgrimage  be  clone, 

The  world's  long  week  be  o'er, 
That  Sabbath  dawn,  which  needs  no  sun, 
That  day,  which  fades  no  more  ? 


EVENING. 

HYMN  367.  L.  M. 

THUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on; 
Thus  far  His  power  prolongs  my  days ; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  His  praise. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste. 

And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home ; 
But  He  forgives  my  follies  past ; 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  ray  body  down  to  sleep ; 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  Thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 


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HYMN  368.  III. 

TNTERYALS  of  grateful  shade, 
JL  Welcome  to  my  weary  head ; 
Welcome  slumber  to  mine  eyes, 
Tired  with  glaring  vanities. 

2  My  great  Master  still  bestows 
Needful  seasons  of  repose  : 
By  my  heav'nly  Father  blest, 
Thus  I  give  my  pow'rs  to  rest. 

3  Heavenly  Father  !  gracious  name  ! 
Night  and  day  His  love  the  same  : 
His  kind  eye  that  cannot  sleep, 
My  defenceless  hours  shall  keep. 

4  What  if  death  my  sleep  invade  ? 
Should  I  be  of  death  afraid  ? 
Whilst  encircled  by  Thine  arm, 
Death  may  strike,  but  cannot  harm. 

5  With  Thy  gracious  presence  blest. 
Death  is  life,  and  labour  rest : 
Welcome  sleep  or  death  to  me. 
Still  secure,  for  still  with  Thee. 


HYMN  369.  in.  3. 

SAVIOUR,  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 
Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal ; 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing; 

Thou  canst  save  and  Thou  canst  heal. 

Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 
Though  the  arrows  past  us  fly. 

Angel  guards  from  Thee  surround  us; 
We  are  safe  if  Thou  art  nigh. 


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3  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 

Darkness  cannot  hide  from  Thee; 
Thou  art  He  who,  never  weary, 
Watchest  where  Thy  people  be. 

4  Should  swift  death  this  night  overtake  us, 

And  command  us  to  the  tomb, 
May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us. 
Clad  in  bright,  eternal  bloom. 


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HYMN  370.  L.M. 

Y  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  love! 
Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above. 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtain  of  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  ; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light. 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  Thy  command, 
To  Thee  I  consecrate  my  days  ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  Thy  hand. 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 


HYMN  371.  S.M. 

TO-MORROW,  Lord,  is  Thine, 
Lodg'd  in  Thy  sovereign  hand; 
And  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 
It  shines  by  Thy  command. 


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2  The  present  moment  flies, 

And  bears  our  life  away ; 
0,  make  thy  servants  truly  wise, 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 

3  Since  on  this  winged  hour 

Eternity  is  hung, 
Waken  by  Thy  almighty  power 
The  aged  and  the  young. 

4  One  thing  demands  our  care  ; 

0,  be  it  still  pursued, 
Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renewed. 

6  To  Jesus  may  w€  fly. 

Swift  as  the  morning  light.. 
Lest  life's  young  golden  beam  should  die 
In  sudden,  endless  night. 


HYMN  372.  L.M. 

SUN  of  my  soul !  Thou  Saviour  dear. 
It  is  not  night  if  Thou  be  near; 
Oh  !  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  Thee  from  Thy  s-ervant's  eyes. 

2  When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep. 

Be  my  last  thoughts,  how  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  Thee  I  cannot  live  : 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  Thee  I  dare  not  die. 


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4  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take ; 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  Thy  love 
We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above 


HYMN  373.  HI.  i. 

Parting. 

FOR  a  season  called  to  part, 
Let  us  now  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of.  our  ever-present  Friend. 

2  Jesus,  hear  our  humble  prayer ; 

Tender  Shepherd  of  Thy  sheep, 
Let  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

3  In  thy  strength  may  we  be  strono- ; 

Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain  ;° 
Spare  us,  that  we  may,  ere  long, 
Meet  and  worship  Thee  again. 


HYMN  374.  C.  M. 

SAVIOUR !  in  mercy  hear  the  sighs 
Which  unto  Thee  we  send  ; 
To  Thee  our  inmost  spirit  cries. 
Our  Life,  our  Hope,  our  End! 

Abide  with  us,  and  with  Thy  light 

Illume  the  soul's  abyss ; 
Dispel  the  darkness  of  our  night, 

Bring  in  Thy  day  of  bliss. 
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HYMN  375.  L.  M. 

OH  God,  creation's  secret  Force, 
Thyself  unmov'd  all  motion's  source, 
Who  from  the  morn  till  evening's  ray 
Through  all  its  changes  guid'st  the  day. 

2  Grant  us  when  this  short  life  is  past, 
The  glorious  evening  that  shall  last ; 
That,  by  a  holy  death  attain'd. 
Eternal  glory  may  be  gained. 


HYMN  376.  m.  2. 

Saturday  Evening. 

SAFELY  through  another  week, 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek 

On  th'  approaching  holy  day  : 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

Mercies  multiplied  each  hour 

Through  the  week  our  praise  demand; 
Guarded  by  almighty  pow'r, 

Fed,  and  guided  by  His  hand  : 
Though  ungrateful  we  have  been, 
And  repaying  love  with  sin. 

While  we  pray  for  pard'ning  grace. 
Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 

Show  Thy  reconciled  face. 

Drive  away  our  sin  and  shame ; 

From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 

May  we  rest  this  night  with  Thee. 


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When  the  morn  shall  bid  us 'rise, 
May  we  feel  thy  presence  near; 

May  Thy  glory  meet  onr  eyes, 
When  we  in  thy  house  appear  : 

There  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 

Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

May  Thy  gospel's  joyful  sound 
Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  ; 

Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound. 
Bring  relief  for  all  complaints ; 

Such  the  days  of  rest  we  love, 

Till  W6  join  the  church  above. 


FOE  CHILDEEN. 

HYMN  377.  CM. 

BY  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 
How  fair  the  lily  grows  ! 
How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill, 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose ! 

2  Lo!  such  the  child,  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod, 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay ; 
The  rose,  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill. 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wint'ry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power, 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 


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0  Thou,  who  givest  life  and  breath, 

We  seek  Thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age  and  death, 

To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 


HYMN  378.  C.  M. 

The  Lord's-day  Morning. 

THIS  is  the  day  when  Christ  arose 
So  early  from  the  dead  ; 
Why  should  I  still  my  eyelids  close 
And  waste  my  hours  in  bed  ? 

2  This  is  the  day  when  Jesus  broke 

The  powers  of  death  and  hell ; 
And  shall  I  still  w^ear  Satan's  yoke, 
And  love  my  sins  so  well  ? 

3  To-day  with  pleasure  Christians  meet, 

To  pray  and  hear  Thy  word ; 
And  I  would  go  with  cheerful  feet, 
To  learn  Thy  will,  0  Lord. 

4  I'll  leave  my  sport  to  read  and  pray. 

And  so  prepare  for  heaven : 
O  may  I  love  this  blessed  day. 
The  best  of  all  the  seven. 


HYMN  379.  C.  M. 

Y  God,  who  makes  the  sun  to  know 
}}\.  His  proper  hour  to  rise. 
And  to  give  light  to  all  below, 
Doth  send  him  round  the  skies : 


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2  When,  from  tlie  chambers  of  the  east, 

His  morning  race  begins, 
He  never  tires,  nor  stops  to  rest, 
But  round  the  world  he  shines. 

3  So,  like  the  sun,  would  I  fulfil 

The  business  of  the  day  ; 
Begin  my  work  betimes,  and  still 
March  on  my  heavenly  way. 

4  Give  me,  0  Lord,  thy  early  grace, 

Nor  let  my  soul  complain. 
That  the  young  morning  of  my  days 
Has  all  been  spent  in  vain. 


HYMN  380.  P.  M. 

THE  morning  bright, 
With  rosy  light. 
Has  waked  me  from  my  sleep  ; 
Father,  I  own. 
Thy  love  alone 
Thy  little  one  doth  keep. 

2  All  through  the  day, 
I  humbly  pray, 

Be  Thou  my  guard  and  guide ; 

My  sins  forgive. 

And  let  me  live. 
Blest  Jesus,  near  Thy  side. 

3  Oh  !  make  Thy  rest 
Within  my  breast, 

Great  Spirit  of  all  grace  ; 

Make  me  like  Thee, 

Then  shall  I  be 
Prepared  to  see  Thy  face. 
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HYMN  381.  C.  M. 

AND  now  another  day  is  gone 
I'll  sing  my  Maker's  praise  ; 
My  comforts  every  hour  make  known, 
His  providence  and  grace. 

2  But  how  my  childhood  runs  to  waste  ! 

My  sins  how  great  their  sum  ! 
Lord,  give  me  pardon  for  the  past, 
And  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep 

Let  angels  guard  my  head  ; 
And  through  the  hours  of  darkness  keep 
Their  watch  around  my  bed. 

4  With  peaceful  heart  I  close  mine  eyes 

Since  Thou  wilt  not  remove  ; 
And  in  the  morning  let  me  rise 
Kejoicing  in  Thy  love. 


HYMN  382.  C.  M. 

GREAT  God,  I  call  upon  Thy  name, 
And  bow  before  Thy  throne, 
Amid  the  silent  shades  of  night, 

Unwatched,  unseen,  alone. 
How  oft  amidst  the  glare  of  day. 

When  pleasure's  throng  was  nigh, 
I  have  forgotten  that  I  moved 
Beneath  Thy  watchful  eye  ! 

2  Mine  eyes  have  dwelt  on  vanities, 
Thy  children  should  not  see  ; 
My  feet  forsook  the  pleasant  paths, 
That  lead  to  Heaven,  to  Thee. 


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I  kneel  and  humbly  own  my  sin, 
With  many  a  tear  and  prayer : 

My  soul  hath  dwelt  'mid  earthly  joys, 
And  found  no  pleasure  there. 

I  know,  I  feel,  my  own  dear  Lord ! 

I  ne'er  can  happy  be. 
Unless  my  soul  shall  centre  all 

Its  hopes,  its  love  in  Thee. 
Be  faithful,  then,  my  wayward  heart ! 

Let  worldly  joys  grow  dim  ; 
Thou'rt  made  for  God,  and  never  wilt, 

Find  rest  unless  in  Him. 


HYMN  383.  0.  M. 

ALMIGHTY  God,  thy  piercing  eye 
Strikes  through  the  shades  of  night 
And  our  most  secret  actions  lie 
All  open  to  thy  sight. 

2  There's  not  a  sin  that  we  commit, 

.Nor  wicked  word  we  say. 
But  in  Thy  dreadful  book  'tis  writ. 
Against  the  judgment-day. 

3  And  must  the  crimes  that  I  have  done 

Be  read  and  published  there  ? 
Be  all  exposed  before  the  sun, 
While  men  and  angels  hear  ? 

4  Lord,  at  thy  feet  ashamed  I  lie. 

Upward  I  dare  not  look ; 
Parclon  my  sins  before  I  die. 
And  blot  them  from  Thy  book. 


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Remember  all  the  dying  pains 

That  ray  Redeemer  felt, 
And  let  his  blood  wash  out  my  stains, 

And  answer  for  my  guilt. 


HYMN  384.  III.  1. 

JESUS,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  us  ; 
Bless  Thy  little  lambs  to  night : 
Through  the  darkness  be  Thou  near  us ; 
Keep  us  safe  till  morning  light. 

2  All  this  day  Thy  hand  has  led  us, 

And  we  thank  Thee  for  Thy  care ; 
Kindly  Thou  hast  clothed  us,  fed  us, 
Listen  to  our  evening  prayer ! 

3  May  our  sins  be  all  forgiven  ; 

Bless  the  friends  we  love  so  well ; 
Take  us,  when  we  die,  to  heaven, 
Happy  there  with  Thee  to  dwell. 


HYMN  385.  CM. 

WHEN  daily  I  kneel  down  to  pray, 
As  I  am  taught  to  do, 
God  does  not  care  for  what  I  say 
Unless  I  feel  it  too. 

2  Yet  foolish  thoughts  my  heart  beguile, 
And  when  I  pray  or  sing, 
I'm  often  thinking  all  the  while 
About  some  other  thing. 


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3  Oh,  let  me  never,  never  flare 

To  act  a  trifler's  part, 
Or  think  that  God  will  hear  a  prayer 
That  comes  not  from  the  heart. 

4  But  if  I  make  His  ways  my  choice, 

As  holy  children  do, 
Then,  while  I  seek  Him  with  my  voice, 
My  heart  will  love  Him  too. 


HYMN  386.  P.  M. 

I  WANT  to  be  like  Jesus, 
So  lowly  and  so  meek ; 
For  no  one  marked  an  angry  word 
That  ever  heard  Him  speak. 

2  I  want  to  be  like  Jesus, 

So  frequently  in  prayer 
Alone  upon  the  mountain  top, 
He  met  His  Father  there. 

3  I  want  to  be  like  Jesus, 

For  never  do  I  find 
That  He,  though  persecuted,  was 
To  any  one  unkind. 

4  I  want  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Engaged  in  doing  good. 
So  that  of  me  it  may  be  said 

"She  hath  done  what  she  could." 

5  Alas !  I'm  not  like  Jesus, 

As  any  one  may  see ; 
Oh,  gentle  Saviour,  send  Thy  grace 
And  make  me  like  to  Thee. 


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HYMN  387.  L.  M. 

WHEN  thou  art  kneeling  down  at  night, 
Beside  thy  mother's  knee  to  pray, 
And  thinking  over  all  thy  sins, 
Done  through  the  busy  day  ; 

2  Then  call  to  mind  thy  brother's  wrong, 

To  strife  by  angry  passions  driven, 
And  in  thy  heart  forgive  him  all. 
As  thou  would'st  be  forgiven. 

3  Go,  throw  thy  little  arms  around 

His  neck,  and  kiss  him  tenderly. 
Nor  turn  away  with  pouting  lip. 
And  sullen  tearful  eye. 

4  Thou  hast  sinned  more  against  thy  God, 

Than  ever  brother  sinned  to  thee; 
If  He  should  turn  away  His  face. 
How  wretched  would'st  thou  be. 

5  Dost  thou  remember  when  thy  Lord 

Hung  on  His  cruel  Cross  so  long. 
How  in  His  agotiy  He  pray'd 
For  those  that  did  Him  wrong  ? 

6  They  nailed  His  hands,  they  pierced  His 

feet. 
Their  angry  hearts  no  pity  knew, 
"Father,  forgive  them,"  was  His  cry, 
"They  know  not  what  they  do." 

7  Go,  seek  thy  little  brother's  side. 

And  press  to  his  thy  rosy  cheek. 
And  whisper  the  forgiveness  free 
He  is  too  proud  to  seek. 


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8  Then  as  the  brightest  ray  from  heaven 
Doth  on  the  glittering  dewdrop  fall, 
Thy  penitence  shall  be  received, 
And  God  forgive  thee  all. 


HYMN  388.  P.  M. 

COME,  my  soul,  thou  must  be  waking! 
Now  is  breaking 
O'er  the  earth  another  day : 
Come,  to  Him  who  made  this  splendor, 
See  thou  render 

All  thy  feeble  powers  can  pay. 

2  Lo  !  how  all  of  breath  partaking, 
Gladly  waking. 

Hail  the  sun's  enlivening  ligbt ! 
Plants  which  dews  of  morning  nourish, 
Kise  and  flourish. 

When  he  breaks  the  shades  of  night. 

3  Thou,  too,  hail  the  light  returning ; 
Keady  burning 

Be  the  incense  of  thy  powers. 
For  the  night  is  safely  ended ; 
God  hath  tended, 

With  His  care,  thy  helpless  hours. 

4  Pray  that  He  may  prosper  ever 
Each  endeavour. 

When  thine  aim  is  good  and  true; 
But  that  He  may  ever  thwart  thee, 
And  convert  thee, 

When  thou  evil  wouldst  pursue. 


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5  Think  that  He  thy  ways  beholdeth  ; 
He  unfold  eth 

Every  fault  that  lurks  within ; 
Every  stain  of  shame  glossed  over, 
Can  discover, 

And  discern  each  deed  of  sin. 

6  Fettered  to  the  fleeting  hours. 
All  our  powers, 

Vain  and  brief,  are  borne  away. 
Time,  my  soul,  thy  ship  is  steering, 
Onward  veering. 

To  the  gulf  of  death  a  prey. 

7  Mayst  thou,  then,  on  life's  last  morrow, 
Free  from  sorrow. 

Pass  away  in  slumber  sweet; 
And,  released  from  death's  dark  sadness. 
Rise  in  gladness, 

That  far  brighter  Sun  to  greet. 


HYMN  389.  C.  M. 

FAR  from  the  world,  0  Lord,  I'd  flee, 
From  strife  and  tumult  far  ; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade. 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree  ; 
And  seem  by  Thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  Thee, 

3  There,  if  Thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul. 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
O  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God  ! 


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4  Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life ! 

Sweet  source  of  life  divine,  ^ 
^nd^ — all  harmonious  names  in  one, — 
My  Saviour, — Thou  art  mine! 

5  What  thanks  I  owe  Thee,  and  what  love, 

A  boundless,  endless  store. 
Shall  echo  through  the  realms  above, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

HYMN  390.  L.M. 

LORD,  Thou  hast  search'd  and  seen  me 
through ; 
Thine  eye  commands,  witb  piercing  view, 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours. 
My  heart  and  flesh  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known ; 
He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak 
Ere  from  my  op'ning  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  Thy  circling  power  I  stand  ; 
On  every  side  I  find  Thy  hand ; 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  bright ! 
What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height ! 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 


O,  may  these  thoughts  possess  my 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest. 
Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 
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HYMN  391.  P.  M. 

SEND,  Lord,  Thy  light  amid  th'  encirling 
gloom, 
And  lead  me  on  ; 
The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home  ; 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ; 
Keep  Thou  my  feet :  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
The  distant  scene ;  one  step's  enough  for 
me. 

2  I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  Thou 

Shouldst  lead  me  on  ; 
I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path ;  but  now 

Lead  Thou  me  on ! 
I  loved  day's  dazzling  light,  and  spite  of 

fears. 
Pride  ruled  my  will :  remember  not  past 
years ! 

3  So  long  Thy  power  hath  bless'd  me,  surely 

still 
'Twill  lead  me  on 
Through  dreary  doubt,  through  pain  and 
sorrow,  till 
The  night  is  gone. 
And  with  the  morn  those  angel  faces  smile 
Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and  lost 
awhile. 


HYMN  392.  P.  M. 

MY  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray. 
Far  from  my  home,  on  life's  rough 
way. 
Oh  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 
Thy  will  be  done. 


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2  If  Thou  slionld'st  call  me  to  resign 
AVhat  most  I  prize — it  ne'er  was  mine ; 
I  only  yield  Thee  what  was  Thine; 

Thy  will  be  done. 

3  Should  pining  sickness  waste  away 
My  life  in  premature  decay, 

My  Father  still  I  strive  to  say, 

Thy  will  be  done. 

4  If  but  my  fainting  heart  be  blest 
"With  Thy  sweet  Spirit  for  its  guest, 
My  God  to  Thee  I  leave  the  rest, 

Thy  will  be  done. 

5  Renew  my  will  from  day  to  day. 
Blend  it  with  Thine,  and  take  away 
All  that  now  makes  it  hard  to  say, 

Thy  will  be  done. 

6  Then  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  more 
The  prayer,  oft  mixed  with  tears  before, 
I'll  sing  upon  a  happier  shore. 

Thy  will  be  done. 


HYMN  393.  L.  M. 

HOW  do  Thy  mercies  close  me  round ! 
Forever  be  Thy  name  adored  ; 
I  blush  in  all  things  to  abound  ; 
The  servant  is  above  his  Lord. 

2  In  poverty  His  life  began, 

A  sufF'ring  life  my  master  led  ; 
The  Son  of  God,  the  Son  of  man, 
He  had  not  where  to  lay  His  head. 


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3  But  lo  !  a  place  He  hath  prepared 

For  me,  whom  watchful  angels  keep  ; 
Yea  He  Himself  becomes  my  guard; 
He  smoothes  my  bed,  and  gives  me  sleep. 

4  Jesus  protects  ;  my  fears  be  gone  : 

What  can  the  Rock  of  Ages  move  ? 
Safe  in  Thine  arms  I  lay  me  down, 
Thine  everlastinp;  arms  of  love. 


HYMN  394.  L.  M. 

BE  with  me,  Lord,  where'er  I  go ; 
Show  me  what  Thou  would'st  have  me 
do; 
Direct  my  thoughts  and  words  this  day, 
And  guide  me  in  the  narrow  way. 

2  Prevent  me  lest  I  harbour  pride, 
And  in  my  native  strength  confide ; 
Show  me  my  weakness,  let  me  see 

I  have  my  power,  my  all  from  Thee. 

3  Assist  and  teach  me  how  to  pray ; 
Incline  my  nature  to  obey  ; 
What  Thou  abhorrest  let  me  flee. 
And  only  love  what  pleaseth  Thee. 

4  Ever  my  kind  Protector  prove ; 
Enrich  me  always  with  Thy  love; 
Make  me  with  Thy  forgiveness  blest, 
And  let  Thy  Spirit  on  me  rest. 


HYMN  395.  S.  M. 

A  SWEETLY  solemn  thought. 
Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er. 
To-day,  I'm  nearer  to  my  home 
That  e'er  I've  been  before. 


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Nearer  my  Father's  house, 
Where  many  mansions  be ; 

And  nearer  to  the  great  white  throne, 
Nearer  the  jasper  sea ; 

Nearer  the  bound  of  life, 

"Where  falls  ray  burden  down  ; 
Nearer  to  where  I  leave  my  cross, 
,  And  where  I  gain  my  crown. 

Saviour,  perfect  my  trust, 
Complete  my  faith  in  Thee ; 

And  let  me  feel  as  if  I  stood 
Close  on  eternity ; 

Feel  as  if  now  ray  feet 

Were  slipping  o'er  the  brink ; 
For  I  raay  now  be  nearer  home, 

Much  nearer  than  I  think. 


HYMN  396.  II.  5. 

ABIDE  with  me  !    Fast  falls  the  eventide. 
The  darkness  thickens  ;  Lord,  with  me 
abide. 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  O  abide  with  me! 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  aw^ay : 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see; 

O  Thou,  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me! 

3  Not  a  brief  glance  I  beg,  a  passing  word, 
But  as  Thou  dwell'st  with  Thy  disciples, 

Lord, 
Familiar,  condescending,  patient,  free. 
Come,  not  to  sojourn,  but  abide,  with  me. 
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4  Come,  not  in  terrors,  as  tlie  King  of  kings ; 
But  kind  and  good,  with  healing  in  Thy 

wings. 
Tears  for  all  woes,  a  heart  for  every  plea, 
Come,  Friend  of  sinners,  thus  abide  with 

me. 

5  Thou  on  my  head  in  early  youth  didst  smile, 
And  though  rebellious  and  perverse  mean- 
while. 

Thou  hast  not  left  me,  oft  as  I  left  Thee, 
On  to  the  close,  0  Lord,  abide  with  me  1 


6  I  need  Thy  presence  every  passing  hour ; 
What  but  Thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter^s 

power  ? 
Who,  like  Thyself,  my  guide  and  stay  can 

be? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine,  0  abide  with 

me ! 


1  I  fear  no  foe  with  Thee  at  hand  to  bless  ; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness. 
Where  is  death's  sting  ?  where,  grave,  thy 

victory  ? 
I  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with  me. 


8  Hold  Thou  the  cross  before  my  closing 

eyes ; 
Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to 

the  skies ; 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain 

shadows  flee, 
In  life,  in  death,  0  Lord,  abide  with  me. 


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IN  SICKNESS. 

HYMN  397.  •  III.  1. 

jrpWAS  the  good  Physician  now, 
X   Soothed    my  cheek   and  bathed  my 

brow  ; 
Whispering  as  His  hand  He  laid, 
"  It  is  I,  be  not  afraid." 

2  God  of  life,  and  health,  and  grace. 

Hear  from  Heaven,  Thy  dwelling-place  ; 
Hear  in  mercy  and  forgive, 
Bid  Thy  child  believe  and  live. 

3  Bless  me,  and  I  shall  be  blest ; 

Soothe  me,  and  1  shall  have  rest ; 
Fix  my  heart,  my  hopes  above ; 
Love  me.  Lord,  for  Thou  art  love. 


HYMN  398.  IH.  3. 

TARRY  with  me,  0  my  Saviour, 
For  the  day  is  passing  by  ; 
See  !  the  shades  of  evening  gather, 
And  the  night  is  drawing  nigh. 

2  Many  friends  were  gathered  round  me, 

In  the  bright  days  of  the  past ; 
But  the  grave  has  closed  above  them, 
And  I  linger  here  at  last. 

3  Deeper,  deeper  grow  the  shadows ; 

Paler  now  the  glowing  West; 

Swift  the  night  ot'death  advances; 

Shall  it  be  the  night  of  rest  ? 


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4  Feeble,  trembling,  fainting,  dying, 

Lord,  I  cast  myself  on  Thee  ; 
Tarry  with  me  through  the  darkness ! 
While  I  sleep,  still  watch  by  me. 

5  Tarry  with  me,  0  my  Saviour ! 

Lay  my  head  upon  Thy  breast 
Till  the  morning;  then  awake  me, 
Morning  of  eternal  rest ! 


HYMN  399.  C.  M. 

WHEN"  languor  and  disease  invade 
This  trembling  house  of  c'ay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  by  faith  abroad 
And  long  to  fly  away  ; 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  His  love  ; 
There  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above ; 

3  Firm  on  His  faithfulness  to  rest. 

Whose  love  can  never  end  ; 
And  on  His  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend  ; 

4  Blest  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  prove  how  true  He  is ; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  His  hands. 
And  know  no  will  but  His. 

5  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams, 

What  must  the  fountain  be. 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
Immediately  from  Thee  ? 


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HYMN  400.  C.  M. 

THOUSANDS,  0  Lord  of  Hosts,  to-day 
Within  Thy  temples  meet ; 
And  tens  of  thousands  throng  to  pay 
Their  homage  at  Thy  feet. 

2  They  sing-  Thy  deeds,  as  I  have  sung, 

In  sweet  and  solemn  lays; 
Were  I  among  them,  my  glad  tongue 
Might  learn  new  themes  of  praise. 

3  The  dew  lies  thick  on  all  the  ground, 

Shall  my  poor  fleece  be  dry  ? 
The  manna  rains  from  heaven  around, 
Shall  I  of  hunger  die  ? 

4  Behold  Thy  prisoner ;  loose  my  bands, 

If  'tis  Thy  gracious  will ; 

If  not,  contented  in  Thy  hands 

Behold  Thy  prisoner  still. 

5  I  may  not  to  Thy  courts  repair. 

Yet  here  Thou  surely  art; 
Lord,  consecrate  a  house  of  prayer 
In  my  sorrow-stricken  heart. 


HYMN  401.  C.  M. 

GLORY  to  Thee,  Thou  righteous  God, 
Righteous  yet  kind  to  me ; 
For  while  I  feel  the  smarting  rod, 
The  Father's  hand  I  see. 

2  In  tenderness  Thou  dost  chastise, 
In  mercy  dost  reprove ; 
"My  Father,"  all  within  me  cries, 
"  Thy  ways  are  truth  and  love." 


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HYMN  402.  L.  M. 

The  Sepulchre  in  the  Garden. — John  xix.  41. 

THE  sepulchres,  how  thick  .they  stand 
Through  all  the  road  on  either  hand, 
And  burst  upon  the  starting  sight 
In  every  garden  of  delight. 

2  Thither  the  winding  alleys  tend  ; 
There  all  the  flowery  borders  end  : 
And  forms,  that  charmed  the  eye  before, 
Fragrance  and  music  are  no  more. 

3  Deep  in  that  damp  and  silent  cell, 
My  fathers  and  my  brethren  dwell ; 
Beneath  its  broad  and  gloomy  shade 
My  kindred,  and  my  friends  are  laid. 

4  But  while  I  tread  the  solemn  way, 
My  faith  that  Saviour  would  survey, 
Who  deign'd  to  sojourn  in  the  tomb 
And  lightened  up  its  fearful  gloom. 

5  My  thoughts  with  ecstasy  unknown, 
While  from  His  grave  they  view  His  throne, 
Through  my  own  sepulchre  can  see 

A  paradise  reserved  for  me. 


HYMN  403.  P.  M. 

LIFT  not  thou  the  w^ailing  voice  ; 
Weep  not — 'tis  a  Christian  dieth ; 
Up,  where  blessed  saints  rejoice, 
Ransom'd  now,  the  spirit  flieth  : 


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Freed  from  earth  and  earthly  failing, 
Lift  for  him  no  voice  of  wailing; 
High  in  heaven's  own  light  he  dwelleth  ; 
Full  the  song  of  triumph  svvelleth. 

2  Pour  not  thou  the  bitter  tear ; 

Heaven  its  book  of  comfort  opeth  : 
Bids  thee  sorrow  not,  nor  fear, 

But  as  one  who  always  h opeth ; 
Humbly  here  in  faith  relying, 
Peacefully  in  Jesus  dying, 
Heavenly  joy  his  eye  is  flushing, 
Why  should  thine  with  tears  be  gushing  \ 

3  They  who  die  in  Christ  are  blest ; 

Ours  then  be  no  thought  of  grieving ; 
Sweetly  with  their  God  they  rest. 

All  their  toils  and  troubles  leaving ; 
So  be  ours  the  faith  that  saveth, 
Hope,  that  every  trial  braveth, 
Love,  that  to  the  end  endureth. 
And,  through  Christ,  the  crown  secureth. 

HYMN  404.  HL  1. 

HARK  !  a  voice  divides  the  sky, 
Happy  are  the  faithful  dead. 
In  the  Lord  who  sw^eetly  die ! 

They  from  all  their  toils  are  freed  ; 
Them  the  Spirit  hath  declared 

Blest,  unutterably  blest ; 
Jesus  is  their  great  reward, 
Jesus  is  their  endless  rest. 

2  Follow'd  by  their  works  they  go. 

Where  their  Head  is  gone  before ; 
Reconciled  by  grace  below, 

Grace  hath  open'd  mercy's  door ; 


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Justified  through  faith  alone, 

Here  they  knew  their  sins  forgiven ; 
Here  they  laid  their  burden  down, 
.Hallow'd  and  made  meet  for  heaven. 


HYMN  405.  P.  M. 

FRIEND  after  friend  departs : 
Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend  ? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts 

That  finds  not  here  an  end  ; 
Were  this  frail  world  our  only  rest, 
Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest. 

2  Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 

Beyond  this  vale  of  death, 
There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath, 
Nor  life's  affections  transient  fire. 
Whose  sparks  fly  upward  to  expire. 

3  There  is  a  world  above, 

Where  parting  is  unknown ; 
A  whole  eternity  of  love, 

Form'd  for  the  good  alone ; 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 
Translated  to  that  happier  sphere. 

4  Thus  star  by  star  declines. 

Till  all  are  pass'd  away. 
As  morning  high  and  higher  shines, 

To  pure  and  perfect  day ; 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night, 
They  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own  light. 


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HYMN  406.  II.  1. 

IF  death  my  friend  and  me  divide, 
Thou  dost  not,  Lord,  my  sorrow  chide, 
Or  frown  my  tears  to  see : 
Restrained  from  passionate  excess, 
Thou  bidst  me  mourn  in  calm  distress 
For  those  that  rest  in  Thee. 


I  feel  a  strong,  immortal  hope, 
Which  bears  my  mournful  spirit  up. 

Beneath  its  mountain  load  : 
Redeemed  from  death,  and  grief,  and  pain, 
I  soon  shall  find  my  friend  again 

Within  the  arms  of  God. 


Pass  a  few  fleeting  moments  more, 
And  death  the  blessing  shall  restore, 

Which  death  hath  snatched  away; 
For  me  Thou  wilt  the  summons  send, 
And  give  me  back  my  parted  friend, 

In  that  eternal  day. 


HYMN  407.  III.  3. 

BROTHER,  thou  art  gone  before  us  ; 
Where  thy  saintly  soul  hath  flown, 
Tears  are  wiped  away  forever, 
And  all  sorrow  is  unknown. 
By  the  burden  of  the  body 

Never  more  to  be  oppresst, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling. 
And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

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O'er  the  toilsome  way  thou'st  travelled, 

And  endured  the  heavy  load  ; 
Christ  hath  brought  thy  footsteps  languid 

Safely  to  His  blest  abode. 
Thou  art  resting  now,  like  Laz'rus, 

On  thy  heavenly  Father's  breast, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

Sin  no  more  can  taint  thy  spirit. 

Nor  can  doubt  thy  faith  assail ; 
Thou  thy  welcome  hast  received, 

Now  thy  strength  shall  never  fail ; 
And  thou'rt  sure  to  meet  the  holy, 

Whom  on  earth  thou  loved'st  best, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

To  thy  grave  we  sadly  bear  thee, 

There  in  dust  we  place  thy  head ; 
O'er  thee  now  the  turf  is  pressing, 

And  all  green  thy  narrow  bed. 
But  thy  spirit  soars  to  glory, 

Free,  among  the  faithful  blest. 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

When  the  Lprd  shall  send.  His  summons 

Unto  us,  yet  left  behind. 
May  we,  by  the  world  untainted, 

Gracious  welcome  with  thee  find  ; 
Each  like  thee  in  peace  departing. 

To  the  dwellings  of  the  blest. 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 


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HYMN  408.  IT.  5. 

GO  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  glorious  prime, 
In  all  the  vigour  of  thy  zeal  and  power; 
A  Christian  cannot  die  before  his  time ; 
The  Lord's  appointment  is  the  servant's 
hour. 

2  Goto  the  grave  ;  at  noon  from  labour  cease; 

Rest  on  thy  sheaves  ;  the  harvest- task  is 

done ; 
Come  from  the  heat  of  battle,  and  in  peace, 
Soldier,  go  home ;  with  thee  the  fight  is 

won. 

3  Go  to  the  grave ;  for  there  thy  Saviour  lay 

In  death's  embraces,  ere  He  rose  on  high ; 
And  all  the  ransom'd,  by  that  narrow  way, 
Pass  to  eternal  life  beyond  the  sky. 

4  Go  to  the  grave  ; — no,  take  thy  seat  above ; 

Be  thy  pure  spirit  present  with  the  Lord, 
Where  thou  for  faith  and  hope  hast  perfect 
love. 
And  open  vision  for  the  written  word. 


HYMN  409.  L.  M. 

"HTHY  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ? 
T  T     What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are ! 
Death  is  the  gate  to  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife, 
Fright  our  approaching  souls  away  ; 
And  we  shrink  back  again  to  life. 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 


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3  0  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  pass'd. 

4  Jesus  can  make^a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are  ; 
While  on  His  breast  I  lean  my  head. 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 


HYMN  410.  CM. 

AND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
And  let  it  faint  or  die ; 
My  soul  shall  quit  this  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high ; 

Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 

And  find  its  long-sought  rest ; 

That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants, 

In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain  ; 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain. 
I  suffer  my  appointed  years. 

Till  my  Deliverer  come. 
And  wipe  away  His  servant's  tears, 

And  take  His  exile  home, 

0  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me! 
Before  my  ravish'd  eyes. 

Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 
And  trees  of  paradise  ! 

1  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 

Who  taste  the  pleasures  there  ! 
They  all  are  robed  in  spotless  white. 
And  conquerors'  palms  they  bear. 


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0,  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 

If,  Lord,  Thou  count  me  meet,     • 
With  that  enraptured  host  t'  appear, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet ! 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away  ; 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 


HYMN  411.  III.  1. 

THOUGH  I  walk  the  downward  shade, 
Deepening  through  the  vale  of  death. 
Yet  I  will  not  be  afraid. 

But,  with  my  departing  breath, 
I  will  glory  in  my  God, 

In  my  Saviour  I  will  trust, 
Strengthen'd  by  His  staff  and  rod, 
AVhile  this  body  falls  to  dust. 

Soon  on  wings,  on  wings  of  love, 

My  transported  soul  shall  rise. 
Like  the  home-returning  dove. 

Vanishing  through  boundless  skies ; 
Then,  where  death  shall  be  no  more. 

Sin  nor  suffering  e'er  molest, 
All  my  days  of  mourning  o'er. 

In  his  presence  I  shall  rest. 


HYMN  412.  L.  M. 

THE  moment  comes,  the  only  one 
Of  all  my  time  to  be  foretold  ; 
Though  when,  and  where,  and  how,  can 
none 
Of  all  the  race  of  man  unfold. 
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2  That  moment  comes,  when  strength  must 

fail, 
When,  health   and  hope  and  comfort 
flown, 
I  must  go  down  into  the  vale 

And  shade  of  death,  with  Thee  alone. 

3  Then,  when  the  undying  spirit  lands 

Where  flesh  and  blood  have  never  trod, 
And  in  the  unveil'd  presence  stands 
Of  Thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God ; 

4  Be  mine  eternal  portion  this, 

Since  Thou  wert  always  here  with  me, 
That  I  may  view  Thy  face  in  bliss, 
And  be  for  evermore  with  Thee. 


HYMN  413.  C.  M. 

ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand. 
And  cast  a  wistful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  0,  the  transporting  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  O'er  all  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day; 
There  God,  the  Son,  forever  reigns, 
'^ind  scatters  night  away. 

4  No  chilling  winds  nor  poisonous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death. 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 


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5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  His  bosom  rest  ? 

6  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul 

Can  here  no 'longer  stay  ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 


HYMN  414.  C.  M. 

THERE  is  a  good  and  pleasant  land, 
Ou  this  side  Jordan's  stream ; 
Where  happy  saints  delighted  stand, 
And  bask  in  glory's  beam. 

2  Lord,  let  me  know,  before  I  die. 

The  wonders  of  Thy  hand  ; 
And  let  me  see,  with  mortal  eye. 
That  good  and  pleasant  land. 

3  My  Saviour,  tell  me  Thou  art  mine. 

And  let  me  understand 
How  bright  Thy  love  and  mercy  shine 
Within  that  pleasant  land. 

4  And  when  Thy  sovereign  voice  shall  say, 

"  This  land  is  not  thy  rest ; 
Arise,  depart,  and  come  away. 

To  realms  completely  blest ;"  * 

5  Then  shall  my  terrors  all  have  ceased. 

Thy  footprints  I  shall  see. 
My  Lord,  my  God,  my  great  High  Priest. 
And  I  will  pass  to  Thee*! 


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6  If  I  have  found  upon  the  way 
A  good  and  pleasant  land  ; 
What  shall  I  find,  when  I  survey 
The  joys  at  Thy  right  hand  ? 


HYMN  415.  S.  M. 

FOREVER  with  the  Lord  ! 
Amen,  so  let  it  be  : 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 
'Tis  immort/ility. 

2  Here  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  Him  I  roam. 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  My  Father's  house  on  high, 

Home  of  my  soul,  how  near 
At  times  to  faith's  illumined  eye 
Thy  golden  gates  appear  ! 

4  Ah  then  my  spirit  faints 

To  reach  the  land  I  love. 
The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above. 

5  Yet  clouds  will  intervene, 

And  all  my  prospect  flies ; 
Like  Noah's  dove,  I  flit  between 
Rough  seas  and  stormy  skies. 

6  Lord,  bid  the  clouds  depart. 

The  winds  and  w^aters  cease. 
And  sweetly  o'er  my  gladden'd  heart 
Expand  Thy  bow  of  peace. 


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HYMN  416.  L.  M. 

THE  hour  of  my  departure's  come, 
I  hear  the  voice  tliat  calls  rae  home  ; 
At  last,  0  Lord  !  let  trouble  cease, 
And  let  Thy  servant  go  in  peace. 

2  The  race  appointed  I  have  run, 
The  fight  is  o'er,  the  prize  is  won  ; 
And  now  my  witness  is  on  high, 
And  now  my  record's  in  the  sky. 

3  Not  in  mine  innocence  I  trust : 
I  bow  before  Thee  in  the  dust ; 

And  through  my  Saviour's  blood  alone 
I  look  for  mercy  at  Thy  throne. 

4  I  leave  the  world  without  a  tear. 
Save  for  the  friends  I  held  so  dear ; 
To  heal  their  sorrows.  Lord,  descend, 
And  to  the  friendless  prove  a  friend. 

5  I  come,  I  come,  at  Thy  command, 
I  yield  my  spirit  to  Thy  hand  ; 
Stretch  forth  Thine  everlasting  arms, 
And  shield  me  in  the  last  alarms. 

6  The  hour  of  my  departure's  come, 

I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home : 
Now,  O  my  God !  let  troubles  cease  ; 
Now  let  Thy  servant  go  in  peace. 


HYMN  417.  in.  1. 

DEATHLESS  Spirit,  come,  arise. 
Soar,  thou  native  of  the  skies  ; 
Pearl  of  price  by  Jesus  bought, 
To  His  glorious  likeness  wrought, 


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Go  to  shine  before  His  throne, 
Deck  His  mediatorial  crown ; 
Go,  His  triumphs  to  adorn, 
Born  of  God — to  God  return, 

2  Burst  thy  shackles,  drop  thy  clay, 
Sweetly  breathe  thyself  away  ; 

,     Sing-ing,  to  thy  crown  remove. 
Swift  of  wing,  and  fired  with  love  : 
Shudder  not  to  pass  the  stream  ; 
Venture  all  thy  care  on  Him  ; 
Him,  whose  dying  love  and  might 
Calms  the  tempest,  cheers  the  night. 

3  Saints  in  glory  perfect  made, 

Wait  thy  passage  through  the  shade  ; 
Ardent  for  thy  coming;  o'er, 
See,  they  throng  the  blissful  shore  ; 
Mount,  their  transports  to  improve, 
Join  the  longing  choir  above; 
Swiftly  to  their  wish  be  given. 
Kindle  higher  joy  in  heaven. 


HYMN  418.  lY.  2. 

TO  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 
My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone ; 
Oh  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up. 

And  waft  me  away  to  His  throne. 

2  My  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love. 
Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore. 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 
All  glory,  dominion,  and  power : 


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3  Dissolve  thou  the  bands  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  Thee, 
Oh,  strike  off  the  adamant  chain, 
And  make  me  eternally  tree. 

4  Then  that  happy  era  begins, 

When  arrayed  in  Thy  glory  I  shine. 
And  no  longer  pierce  with  my  sins 
The  bosom  on  which  I  recline. 

5  Oh,  then  shall  the  veil  be  removed, 

And  round  me  Thy  brightness  be  poured, 
I  shall  see  Him  whom  absent  I  loved, 
Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adored. 


lubgment. 

HYMN  419.  C.  M. 

THE  Angel  comes,  he  comes  to  reap 
The  harvest  of  the  Lord  : 
O'er  all  the  earth,  with  fatal  sweep. 
Wide  wav^es  his  flaming  sword. 

2  And  who  are  they  in  sheaves,  to  bide 

The  fire  of  vengeance,  bound  ? 
The  tares,  whose  rank  luxuriant  pride 
Choked  the  fair  crop  around. 

3  And  who  are  they  reserved  in  store, 

God's  treasure-house  to  fill  ? 
The  wheat  an  hundred-fold  that  bore 
Amid  surrounding  ill. 

4  O  King  of  mercy,  grant  us  pow'r 

Thy  fiery  wrath  to  flee  ; 
In  Thy  destroying  angel's  hour, 
O  gather  us  to  Thee ! 


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5  To  praise  tlie  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  saints  and  angels  join. 

HYMN  420.  III.  3. 

THAT  great  day  of  wrath  and  terror, 
That  last  day  of  woe  and  doom, 
Like  a  thief  that  comes  at  midnight 
On  the  sons  of  men  shall  come  ; 

:2  When  the  King  of  heavenly  glory 
Shall  assume  His  throne  on  high  ; 
When  the  bands  of  all  His  angels 
Shall  be  near  Him  in  the  sky ; 

3  When  the  sun  shall  turn  to  sackcloth. 

And  the  moon  be  red  as  blood ; 
When  the  stars  shall  fall  from  heaven, 
As  the  leaves  fall  in  a  wood. 

4  Therefore,  man,  while  yet  thou  mayest. 

From  the  tempter's  malice  fly. 

Give  thy  bread  to  feed  the  hungry, 

If  thou  seek'st  to  win  the  sky. 

.5  Let  thy  loins  be  straightly  girded. 
Life  be  pure,  and  heart  be  right, 
That  whene'er  the  Bridegroom  cometh. 
Full  thy  lamp  may  shine  and  bright. 


HYMN  421.  P.  M. 

Dies  Irse. 

DAY  of  wrath  !  That  day  of  mourning, 
See !  once  more  the  cross  returning. 
Heaven  and  earth  in  ashes  burning. 


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2  0  what  fear  man's  bosom  rendeth, 
When  from  heaven  the  Judge  descendeth, 
On  whose  sentence  all  dependeth ! 

3  Lo !  the  trumpet's  wondrous  swelling, 
Peals  thro'  each  sepulchral  dwelh'ng, 
All  before  the  Throne  compelling. 

4  Death  is  struck,  and  nature  quaking, 
All  creation  is  awaking, 

To  its  Judge  an  answer  making. 

5  Lo,  the  book,  exactly  worded ! 
Wherein  all  hath  been  recorded ; 
Thence  shall  judgment  be  awarded. 

6  When  the  Judge  His  seat  attaineth, 
And  each  hidden  deed  arraigneth, 
Nothing  unavenged  reraaineth. 

7  What  shall  I,  frail  man,  be  pleading  ? 
Who  for  me  be  interceding  ? 
When  the  just  are  mercy  needing, 

8  King  of  Majesty  tremendous, 
Who  dost  free  salvation  send  us, 
Fount  of  pity  !  then  befriend  us ! 

9  Think,  kind  Jesu  !  my  salvation 
Caused  Thy  wondrous  Incarnation; 
Leave  me  not  to  reprobation  ! 

10  Faint  and  weary  Thou  hast  sought  me, 
On  the  cross  of  sufTring  bought  me  ; 
Shall  such  grace  in  vain  be  brought  me ! 
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11  Righteous  Judge  of  retribution, 
Grant  Thy  gift  of  absolution, 
Ere  that  day's  dread  execution. 

12  Guilty,  now  I  pour  my  moaning. 

All  my  shame  with  anguish  oAvning ; 
Spare,  0  God!  Thy  suppliant,  groaning! 

13  Thou  the  w^oman  gav'st  remission, 
Heardst  the  dying  thief's  petition  : 
Hopeless  else  were  my  condition. 

14  Worthless  are  my  pray'rs  and  sighing, 
Yet,  good  Lord,  in  grace  complying, 
Rescue  me  from  fires  undying ! 

15  With  Thy  favoured  sheep,  0  place  me  ! 
Nor  among  the  goats  abase  me ; 

But  to  Thy  right  hand  upraise  me. 

16  While  the  wicked  are  confounded, 
Doom'd  to  flames  of  woe  unbounded, 
Call  me,  with  Thy  saints  surrounded. 

17  Bow  my  heart  in  meek  submission 
Strewn  with  ashes  of  contrition — 
Succour  Thou  my  lost  condition. 

18  Day  of  sorrows,  day  of  weeping. 
When  in  dust  no  longer  sleeping, 
Man  awakes  in  Thy  dread  keeping. 

19  Lo  the  rest  Thou  didst  prepare  him, 
On  Thy  Cross,  O  Christ,  upbear  him, 
Spare,  O  God,  in  mercy  spare  him. 


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HYMN  422.  P.M. 

STAND  th'  omnipotent  decree, 
Jehovah's  will  be  done; 
Nature's  end  we  wait  to  see, 
And  hear  her  final  groan. 
Let  those  pond'rous  orbs  descend 

And  grind  us  into  dust ;  . 
Let  this  earth  dissolve  and  blend 
The  wicked  and  the  just : 

Bests  secure  the  righteous  man  ; 

At  his  Redeemer's  beck. 
Sure  to  emerge  and  rise  again. 

And  mount  above  the  wreck ; 
Lo !  the  heavenly  spirit  towers, 

Like  flames  o'er  nature's  pyre ; 
Triumphs  in  immortal  powers. 

And  spreads  his  wings  of  fire. 

Resting  in  this  glorious  hope 

To  be  at  last  restored. 
Yield  we  now  our  bodies  up 

To  earthquake,  plague,  or  sword; 
Listening  for  the  trump  divine, 

The  latest  of  the  seven, 
Soon  our  soul  and  form  shall  join, 

And  both  ascend  to  heaven. 


HYMN  423.  P.  M. 

GIVE  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 
Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be  ! 


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2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  ; 

They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 

With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came? 

They,  with  united  breath. 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  His  death. 

4  They  mark'd  the  footsteps  that  He  trod, 

His  zeal  inspired  their  breast. 
And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise, 

For  His  own  pattern  given ; 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 


HYMN  424.  HL  3. 

MINE  be  Zion's  habitation, 
Zion,  David's  sure  foundation  ; 
Christ  its  glory,  light  immortal, 
God  its  builder,  pearl  each  portal. 

2  Crystal  gold  its  streets,  the  nation 
Of  the  saved  its  population ; 
Peace  there  dwelleth  uninvaded. 
Spring  perpetual,  bloom  unfaded. 

3  Harpers  strike  their  harps  of  gladness. 
There  is  known  no  sound  of  sadness. 
None  a  sigh  for  pleasure  sendeth, 
None  can  err  and  none  ofFendeth. 


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4  A-11  partakers  of  one  nature, 

Grow  in  Christ  to  heavenly  stature, 
Home  celestial,  home  eternal, 
Girt  around  by  love  supernal ! 

5  Saviour,  grant  me,  with  the  blessed. 
Of  Thy  rest  to  be  possessed. 

And  amid  the  joys  it  bringeth, 
Sing  the  song  that  none  else  singeth. 


HYMN  425.  C.  M. 

0   MOTHER  dear,  Jerusalem, 
When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see? 

2  0  happy  harbour  of  God's  saints  ! 

O  sweet  and  pleasant  soil ! 

In  thee  no  sorrow  can  be  found. 

Nor  grief,  nor  care,  nor  toil. 

3  No  murky  cloud  o'ershadows  thee. 

Nor  gloom,  nor  darksome  night ; 
But  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun ; 
For  God  Himself  gives  light. 

4  Thy  walls  are  made  of  precious  stones. 

Thy  bulwarks  diamond-square, 
Thy  gates  are  all  of  orient  pearl : 
O  God!  if  I  were  there ! 

5  0  my  sweet  home,  Jerusalem  ! 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 
The  King  that  sitteth  on  thy  throne 
In  His  felicity  ? 

28* 


330 

6  Thy  gardens,  and  thy  goodly  walks 
Continually  are  green, 
Where    grow    such    sweet   and   pleasant 
flowers 
As  nowhere  else  are  seen. 

1  Right  through  thy  streets,  with  pleasing 
sound, 
Of  life  the  waters  flow, 
And  on  the  banks,  on  either  side, 
The  trees  of  life  do  grow. 

8  Those  trees  each  month  yield  ripen'd  fruit ; 

For  evermore  they  spring, 
And  all  the  nations  of  the  earth 
To  thee  their  honours  bring. 

9  0  mother  dear,  Jerusalem  ! 

When  shall  I  come  to  thee? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 


HYMN  426.  C.  M. 

JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home ! 
Name  ever  dear  to  me! 
When  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built 
walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold. 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 

And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 


331 

3  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know; 
Bless'd  seats!  through  rude  and  stormy 
scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

4  Why  should  I  shrink  from  pain  and  wo, 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view. 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

5  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there. 

Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below. 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

6  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee. 
Then  shall  my  labours  have  an  end. 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 


HYMN  42Y.  P.  M. 

JERUSALEM  !  high  tow'r  thy  glorious 
walls  ! 
Would  God  I  were  in  thee  ! 
Desire  of  thee  my  longing  heart  enthrals, 

Desire  at  home  to  be  : 
AVide  from  the  world  outleaping, 

O'er  hill  and  vale  and  plain, 
My  soul's  strong  wing  is  sweeping. 
Thy  portals  to  attain. 


332 

0  gladsome  day,  and  yet  more  gladsome 
hour ! 

When  shall  that  hour  have  come ! 
When  my  rejoicing  soul  its  own  free  pow*r 

May  use  in  going  home  ? 
Itself  to  Jesus  giving, 

In  trust  to  His  own  hand, 
To  dwell  among  the  living, 

In  that  blest  Fatherland. 

A  moment's  time,  the  twinkling  of  an  eye 

Shall  be  enough,  to  soar 
In  buoyant  exultation,  through  the  sky, 

And  reach  the  beav'nly  shore. 
Elijah's  chariot  bringing 

The  homeward  trav'Uer  there  ; 
Glad  troops  of  angels  winging 

It  onward  through  the  air. 

Great  fastness  thou  of  honour !  thee  I  greet ! 

Throw  wide  thy  gracious  gate. 
An  entrance  free  to  give  these  longing  feet ; 

At  last  released,  though  late. 
From  wretchedness  and  sinning. 

And  life's  long  weary  way  ; 
And  now,  of  God's  gift,  winning 

Eternity's  bright  day. 

What  throng  is  this,  what  noble  troop,  that 
pours, 

Array'd  in  beauteous  guise. 
Out  through  the  glorious  city's  open  doors, 

To  greet  my  wond'ring  eyes? 
The  host  of  Christ's  elected, 

The  jewels  that  he  bears 
In  His  own  crown,  selected 

To  wipe  away  my  tears. 


333 

6  Of  prophets  great,  and  patriarchs  high,  a 
band 
That  once  has  borne  the  cross, 
With  all  the  company  that  won  that  land, 

By  counting  gain  for  loss, 
Now  float  in  freedom's  lightness. 
From  tyrants'  chains  set  free ; 
And  shine  like  suns  in  brightness, 
Array'd  to  welcome  me. 

1  One  more  at  last  arrived  they  welcome 
there, 
To  beauteous  Paradise ; 
Where  sense  can   scarce  its  full    fruition 
bear 
Or  tongue  for  praise  suffice  ; 
Glad  hallelujahs  ringing 

With  rapturous  rebound. 
And  rich  hosannahs  singing 
Eternity's  long  round. 

8  TJnnumber'd  choirs  before  the  Lamb*s  high 
throne 
There  shout  the  jubilee. 
With  loud  resounding  peal  and  sweetest 
tone, 
In  blissful  ecstasy  : 
A  hundred  thousand  voices 

Take  up  the  wondrous  song : 
Eternity  rejoices 

God's  praises  to  prolong. 

HYMN  428.  P.  M 

ETERNITY!  Eternity! 
How  long  art  thou,"  Eternity  ? 
And  yet  to  thee  Time  hastes  away ; 
Like  as  the  war-horse  to  the  fray, 


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Or  swift  as  couriers  homeward  go, 
Or  ship  to  port,  or  shaft  from  bow. 
Ponder,  O  man,  Eternity  ! 

2  Eternity  !  Eternity  ! 

How  long  art  thou.  Eternity  ? 
Even  as  on  a  perfect  sphere. 
Nor  end  nor  outset  can  appear, 
E'en  so.  Eternity,  in  thee, 
Entrance  nor  exit  can  there  be. 
Ponder,  0  man.  Eternity  ! 

3  Eternity  !  Eternity  ! 

How  long  art  thou,  Eternity  ? 
A  little  bird  with  fretting  beak 
Might  wear  to  nought  the  loftiest  peak, 
Though  but  each  thousand  years  it  came, 
Yet  leave  thee  then,  as  now,  the  same. 
Ponder,  0  man.  Eternity  ! 

4  Eternity  !  Eternity ! 

How  long  art  thou,  Eternity  ? 
How  terrible  art  thou  in  woe, 
How  blest  where  joys  forever  flow  ! 
God's  mercy  shedding  gladness  bright, 
His  judgment,  bitterness  and  night. 
Ponder,  0  man,  Eternity . 


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Gloria  JJatri. 


N.  B.  The  metre  marks,  affixed  to  the  Hymns, 

refer  to   a   division  of  the  Metres,    founded   on 

the  nature  of  the  verse,  into  four  Classes,  marked — 

I.,  IL,  III.,  IV. 

Class  I.  includes  Common,  Long,  and  Short  me- 
tres, marked  C.  M.,  L.  M.,  S.  M. 

Class  II.  includes  the  other  Iambic  metres,  eight  in 
number,  marked  II.  1,  II.  2,  II.  3,  II.  4,  &c., 
which  may  be  named  T^vo^  one  ;  Two,  two  ;  Two, 
three,  (fee. 

Class  III.  includes  the  Trochaic  metres,  being  five 
in  number,  marked  III.  1,  III.  2,  HI.  3,  <fec., 
which  may  be  named  TJiree,  one  ;  Three,  two,  <fec. 

Class  IV.  includes  the  metres  consisting  of  Ana- 
paests, being  five  in  number,  marked  IV.  1,  IV. 
2,  IV.  3,  (fee,  and  may  be  named  Four,  one  ;  Four, 
two,  (fee. 

CLASS  I. 

C.  M. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 

L.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  earth  and  heaven  adore, 

Be  glory  as  it  was  of  old. 

Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 


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S.M. 


To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  glory  be. 
As  'twas,  and  is,  and  shall  be  so 

To  all  eternity. 


CLASS  II. 


ILL 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host. 
And  saints  on  earth  adore ; 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


IL  2. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host, 

And  suffering  saints  on  earth  adore ; 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last 

When  time  itself  shall  be  no  more. 


IL  3. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  glory  in  the  highest  given. 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
As  was  through  ages  heretofore, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 


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II.  4. 

To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  ever  bless'd, 
Eternal  Three  in  One, 
All  worship  be  address'd. 
As  heretofore 
It  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  so 
For  evermore. 

II.  5. 
To  God  the  Father,  and  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  praise  from  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  ever  shall  be  given. 

II.  6. 

Eternal  praise  be  given. 

And  songs  of  highest  worth, 
By  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

And  all  the  saints  on  earth, 
To  God,  supreme  confess'd. 

To  Christ,  His  only  Son, 
And  to  the  Spirit  bless'd. 

Eternal  Three  in  One. 

11.1. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  bless'd, 
Supreme  o'er  earth  and  heaven, 

Eternal  Three  in  One  confess'd, 
Be  highest  glory  given. 

As  was  through  ages  heretofore. 

Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 
By  all  in  earth  and  heaven. 
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338 

II.  8. 

By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven 
Be  everlasting  glory  given, 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit ;  equal  Three 
In  undivided  Unity, 

Ere  time  had  yet  its  course  begun  ; 
As  was,  and  is,  be  highest  praise, 
As  still  shall  be  through  endless  days. 


CLASS  III. 

III.  1. 

HOLY  Father,  holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One  ! 
Glory,  as  of  old,  to  Thee, 
Now,  and  evermore  shall  be ! 

III.  2. 

Praise  the  Name  of  God  most  high, 
Praise  Him  all  below  the  sky. 
Praise  Him  all  ye  heavenly  host. 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  ;j 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  His  praise  shall  last. 

III.  3. 

Praise  the  Father,  earth  and  heaven, 
Praise  the  Son,  the  Spirit  praise, 

As  it  was,  and  is,  be  given 
Glory  through  eternal  days. 


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III.  4. 
To  the  Father,  throned  in  heaven, 

To  the  Saviour,  Christ,  His  Son, 
To  the  Spirit,  praise  be  given. 

Everlasting  Three  in  One  : 
As  of  old,  the  Trinity 
Still  is  worshipp'd,  still  shall  be. 

III.  5. 

Great  Jehovah  !  we  adore  Thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne  : 

Endless  praises 

To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One. 


CLASS  IV. 

IV.  1. 

BY  angels  in  heaven 
Of  every  degree, 
And  saints  upon  earth, 

All  praise  be  address'd 
To  God  in  Three  Persons, 

One  God  ever  bless'd, 
As  it  has  been,  now  is. 
And  ever  shall  be. 

IV.  2. 

All  praise  to  the  Father,  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  thrice  holy  and  bless'd, 

Th'  eternal,  supreme  Three  in  One, 
Was,  is,  and  shall  still  be  address'd. 


340 

IV.  3. 

All  praise  to  the  Father,  all  praise  to  the 
Son, 

All  praise  to  the  Spirit,  thrice  bless'd, 
The  holy,  eternal,  supreme  Three  in  One, 

Was,  is,  and  shall  still  be  address'd. 

IV.  4. 

O  Father  Almighty,  to  Thee  be  address'd. 
With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,    one  God  ever 

bless'd. 
All  glory  and  worship  from  earth  and  from 

heaven. 
As  was,  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be  given. 

IV.  5. 

All  glory  and  praise  to  the  Father  be  given. 
The  Son,  and  the  Spirit,  from  earth  and  from 

heaven ; 
As  was,  and  is  now,  be  supreme  adoration, 
And  ever  shall  be,  to  the  God  of  salvation. 


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IJSDEX. 


HTMN 

Abide  •with  me !  Fast  falls  the  eventide,  Lyte,  396 

Affliction  is  a  stormy  deep,  Cotton,        .         .  322 
Ah!  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart,   Un- 

knovm,        .......  90 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light,  Barhauld,  .  37 

Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed,  Watts,       .  108 

Alleluia  I  best  and  sweetest,  Ancient,    .         .  299 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name,  Duncan,  .  297 

All  unseen  the  Master  walketh,  Unknown,    .  311 

Almighty  God,  Thy  piercing  eye,  Watts,       .  383 

Almighty  God,  I  call  to  Thee,  Luther,  .        .  319 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross,    ....  351 

Am  I  called  ?  and  can  it  be.  Unknown,          .  340 
A  mountain  fastness  is  our  God,  Luther,  tr.  by 

Bishop  Wndttingharn,          ....  256 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail,  Wesley,  .  .  410 
And  now  another  day  is  gone,  Watts,  .  .  381 
Angels  from  the  realms  of  glory,  Montgomery,  64 
Angels  where'er  we  go  attend,  Wesley,  .  21 
Angels  roll  the  rock  away,  Gibbons,  .  .  119 
Arm  of  the  Lord  awake,  awake,  Wesley,  .  194 
Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven,  Un- 
known,                 .213 

A  sweetly  solemn  thought,  Carey,      .             .  395 

Asleep  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep,  Mackay,         .  224 

Author  of  good,  to  Thee  we  turn,  Merrick,  .  241 

Awake  and  sing  the  song,  Hammond,    .         .  306 
Awake  my  soul  to  joyful  lays,  Medley,  .         .301 

Be  with  me.  Lord,  where'er  I  go,  Moravian,  394 

Before  the  Lord  we  bow.  Key,      .         .         .  170 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door,  Gregg,  .         .  234 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb,    Watts,        .  1 33 

Behold  the  Lamb,  Brydges     ....  99 

Begone  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near,  Newton,  269 
29* 


342 

HTMK 

Behold  the  Christian's  life,  Gisborne,     .         .  339 

Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head,  Heher,  .  74 

Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand,  Doddridge,  354 

Beware  of  Peter's  word,  Cowper,  .  .  .  211 
Beyond  the  starry  skies,  Turner,  .         .         .132 

Blessed  Jesus,  here  we  stand,  Schmolck,         .  173 

Bless  God  that  towards  eternity,  Francke,     .  73 

Blest  be  the  wisdom  and  the  power,  Watts,  .  208 
Blest  day  of  God,  most  calm,  most  bright, 

Unknown, .41 

Blest  morning,  whose  first   dawning   rays, 

Watts, 118 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow,  Wesley,  .  .  12 
Bound  upon  the  accursed  tree,  Mihnan,  .  Ill 
Bread  of  heaven,  on  Thee  I  feed,  Unknown,  .  179 
Bread  of  the  world  in  mercy  broken,  Kehle,  .  180 
Bright  and  joyful  is  the  morn,  Montgomery,  69 
Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morn- 
ing, Heber, 79 

Brother,  thou  art  gone  before  us,  Mihnan,     .  407 

By  cool  Siloam'a  shady  rill,  Heber,        .         .  877 

Children  of  God  lack  nothing,  Newton,          .  11 
Christians   awake,  salute  the  happy  morn, 

Ancient,     .......  65 

Christ  from  whom  all  blessings  flow,  Wesley,  30 
City  of  heaven,  Jerusalem,  Ancient,      .         .  32 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire,  Wes- 
ley,          .         .  4 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire.  Ordinal,  144 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,  Beddome,  .  .149 
Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the   Lord,  Mont- 


gomery, 


31 


Come,  let  us  anew,  Wesley,  ....       78 

Come,  let  our  souls  adore  the  Lord,  Steele,    .     163 
Come,  let  us  join  our  clieerful  songs.  Watts, .     296 
Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above,  Wesley,        23 
Come,  my  soul,  thou  must  be  waking,  Von 

Cannitz,  tr.  by  Arnold,       .         .         .         .388 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare,  Newton,      .     240 
Come,  0  Tliou  Traveller  unknown,  Wesley,  .     246 
Come,  sinner,  to  the  Gospel  feast,  Hunting- 
don,  .        .         .        .         .        .        .        .237 

Come,  Thou  Almighty  King,  Unknown,  .     302 

Come  to  the  morning  prayer,  Montgomery,    .     858 


343 

HYMK 

Come  unto  Christ,  ye  weaiy,  McCheyne,        .  235 

Come,   ye   saints,  draw    nigh    and    wonder,  121 

Come  hither !  ye  faithful,      .         .         .         .  66 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy,  Hart,       .  231 

Come,  ye  souls  by  sin  afflicted,  Unknown,     .  232 

Creator  Spirit !  by  whose  aid,  jDr^c^e?/.,          .  145 

Daughter   of    Zion,    from   the    dust,    Mont- 
gomery,         19*7 

Day  of  wrath  I      That   diy   of    mourning. 

Ancient, 421 

Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul,  Steele,  .         .  321 
Dear   Saviour,    when    my   thoughts    recall, 

Steele, 250 

Deathless  spirit,  come,  arise,  Toplady,  .         .  417 

Depth  of  mercy  !  can  there  be,  Wesley,         .  249 

Dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Lord,  Hart,    .  48 

Does  the  Gospel  word  proclaim,  Newton,      .  251 

Do  not  I  love  Thee,  0  my  Lord,  Doddridge, .  288 

Eternal  beam  of  light  divine,  Wesley,   .         .     327 
Eternity!  Eternity,  German,         .         .         .428 

Father  in  whom  we  live,  Wesley,  .         .         .153 
Father  of   all,  from    whom    we    trace.    Un- 
known,       .         .         .         .  .         ,         .196 
Far  from  the  world,  0  Lord,  I'd  flee,  Cowper,     389 
Firstlings   of    faith !    the   murderer's   knife, 

Ancient,  .  .  .  .  .  ,  .157 
Flow,  my  contrite  tears,  flow  faster,  Laurenti,  101 
For  a  season  called  to  part,  Newton,  .  .373 
Forever  with  the  Lord,  Montgomery,  .  .415 
Forth  flames  the  standard  of  our  king,  Latin 

hymn,  tr.  hy  Bishop  Williams,  .  .  .102 
Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky,  Weber,  28 
For  mercies  countless  as  the  sands,  Newton,  .  183 
Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be,  Wesley, .  .  268 
Forth  in  Thy  name,  0  Lord,  we  go,  Wesley,  .  365 
Friend  after  friend  departs,  Montcjomery,  .  405 
From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows,  Siowell,  242 
Full  of  trembling  expectation,  Wesley,  .         .     325 

Gently,  gently  lay  Thy  rod,  Lyte,  .         .     320 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise.  Watts,     .     423 
Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears,  Gerhardt,  .         .     282 


344 

HYMN 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken,  Newton,  20 
Glory  to  Thee,  Thou  rigliteous  God,  Unknown,  401 
God  is  in  His  holy  temple,  Montgomery,  .  35 
God  !  my  supporter  and  my  hope,  Watts,  .  2^8 
God  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days,  Dod- 
dridge,          291 

God  the  Creator  bless'd,  Montgomery,  .         .  34 

God  the  Lord  a  King  rernaineth,  Keble,         .  223 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane,  Montgomery,  .         .  103 
Go  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  glorious  prime, 

Jfontgomery, 408 

Great  God,  I  call  upon  Thy  name,  Unknown,  382 

Great  God,  as  seasons  disappear.  Unknown, .  166 
Great  God,  we    own   Thy   sovereign   hand, 

Unknoion,  .         .         .         .         .         .         .  1'58 

Great  High-priest,  we  view  Thee  stooping, 

Moravian, 98 

Great    High-priest,    who    deign'dst    to    be, 

Angelus,     .......  294 

Great  Shepherd  of  Thy  people,  hear,  Neidooi,  192 
Great   Source  of  being  and    of   love,  Dod- 
dridge,       .         ...         .         .         .202 

Great  the  joy  when  Christians  meet,  Unknown,  29 


Hail !  holy,  holj',  holy  Lord,  Wesley,    . 
Hail  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise,  Madan, 
Hail,  Thou  once  despised  Jesus,  Bakewell, 
Hark !  a  voice  divides  the  sky,  Wesley, 
Hark !  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord,  Cowper, 
Hark!  the  song  of  jubilee,  Montgoinery, 
Hark!    what   mean  those  holy  voices,   Ca- 
wood,  ...... 

Head  of  the  hosts  in  glory,  Brydges, 
Healer  Divine,  0  hear  our  pra^'er,  Moravian^ 
Hearts  of  stone  relent,  relent,  Wesley, 
He  is  risen.  He  is  risen,  Unknoivn, 
Heralds  of  Creation  !  cry,  Montgomery, 
Here  in  Thy  name.  Eternal  God,  Montgmner 
His  trial  o'er,  and  now  beneath.  Ancient, 
Holy  Ghost!  with  light  divine.  Unknown, 
Holy  Father,  great  Creator,  Bp.  G^riswold, 
Holy  Jesus,  Saviour  blest,  Ancient, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord,  Wesley,     . 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord,  Montgomery, 
Holy  Spirit,  Lord  of  light,  Ancient, 


152 
129 
112 
404 
286 
83 

70 

24 

265 

110 

115 

6 

191 

105 

161 

155 

85 

134 

154 

147 


345 

HYMN 

Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  Light,  Watts,         .  126 

Hosanna  to  tlie  living  Lord,  Heber,        .         .  59 

How  blessed  from  the  bonds  of  sin,  Spitta,  .  342 

How  beautiful  the  feet  that  bring,  Unknown,  186 

How  do  Thy  mercies  close  me  round,  Wesley,  393 

How  rich  Thy  favours,  God  of  Grace,    .         .  308 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds,  Newton,  285 

If  human  kindness  meets  return,  Noel,  .  .  185 
If  death  my  friend  and  me  divide,  Wesley,  .  406 
I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus,  Bonar,  .  .  .  346 
I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord,  Watts,  .  260 
Intervals  of  grateful  shade,  Doddridge,  .  368 
In  tears  and  trials  we  must  sow,  Lyte, .  .315 
In  Thy  name,  0  Lord,  assembling,  Kelly,  .  46 
In  the  sun,  and  moon,  and  stars,  Heber,  .  61 
In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid,  Hawkesworth,  364 
In  Thee  I  live,  and  move,  and  am,  Moravian,  10 
I  often  say  my  prayers,  Taylor,  .  .  .212 
I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away.  Watts,  .  .  347 
I  sing  the  almighty  power  of  God,  Watts,  .  9 
I  sojourn  in  a  vale  of  tears,  Unknown,  .  .  356 
Israel,  in  ancient  days,  Cowper,  ...  3 
It  is  the  Lord ! — Behold  His  hand,  Mont- 
gomery,         165 

I  think  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old, 

Unknown, 216 

I  was  a  foe  to  God,  Tersteegen,       .         .         .  344 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep,  Bonar,           .         .  345 

I  want  to  be  like  Jesus,  Unknown,                  .  386 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home,  Unknown, .         .  426 
Jerusalem!    high  tow'r  thy  glorious  walls, 

German  Hymn  tr.  by  Bishop  Whittingham,  427 

Jesus,  at  Thy  command,  Toplady,           .         .  263 

Jesus,  in  Thee  our  eyes  behold,  Unknown,     .  137 

Jesus'  hour  is  not  yet  come,  Spitta,        .         .  334 

Jesus !  I  love  Thy  charming  name,  Doddridge,  292 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken,  Lyte,         .         .  338 

Jesus,  let  Thy  pitying  eye,  Wesley,         .         .  93 

Jesus,  Lord,  we  kneel  before  Thee.  Unknown,  95 

Jesus  Christ  is  risen  to-day.  Old  English,       .  116 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  Heaven  is  gone,  Cennick,     .  261 

Jesus,  my  Saviour,  look  on  me,  McDuff,         .  272 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  how  rich  Thy  grace,  Doddridge,  218 


346 

HTMK 

Jesus,  since  first  I  heard  Thy  voice,  UnJcnown,  348 

Jesus,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  us,  Duncan,      .  384 

Jesus!  the  very  thought  of  Thee,  >S^.^erwarc?,  283 
Jesus,  Thy  blood  and  righteousness,  Zinzen- 

dorf, 258 

Jesus,  where'er  Thy  people  meet,  Cowper,     .  3& 

Join  all  the  glorious  names,  WatU^        .         .  14 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come,  Watts,  .  82 

Just  as  I  am — without  one  plea,  Unknown,   .  273 

Kindred  in  Christ !  for  His  dear  sake,  Newton,  2*7 


Let  the  land  mourn  through  all  its  coasts 

Montgomery, 

Let  us  with  a  gladsome  mind,  Milton, 
Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake,  Doddridge, 
Lift  not  thou  the  wailing  voice,  Doane, 
Lift  3'our  glad  voices  in  triiimph  on  high,  Un 
Jcnown,        ...... 


164 

7 
188 
403 

124 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling,  Wesley,  51 
Little  travellers,  Zionward,  Edmeston,  .         .215 
Lo  !  He  comes  with  clouds  descending,           .  60 
Lo  !  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms,  Steele,       .  233 
Look,  ye  saints  ;  the  sight  is  glorious,  Kelly,  130 
Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land,  Wesley,         .  72 
Lord,  at  Thy  temple  we  appear,  Watts,          .  1*59 
Lord  God  the  Holy  Ghost,  J/o7ii^^o7nert/,        .  143 
Lord,  go  with  us,  and  we  go,  Crosicell,           .  221 
Lord,  I  am  Thine,  entirely  Thine,  Davis,         .  182 
Lord,  in  Thy  name  Thy  servants  plead.  Un- 
known,       .......  162 

Lord,  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear,  Watts,  44 

Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care,  Baxter,         .  355 

Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  weut.Croswell,  220 

Lord,  may  the  spirit  of  Thy  feast,  Sigourney,  184 

Lord  of  the  harvest,  hear,  Wesley,          .         .  199 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above.  Watts,  ...  40 
Lord,  Thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through, 

Watts, '  ,  390 

Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven,  Ancient,    .  300 
Lord,  Tliine  appointed  servants  bless,    Un- 

k^iown,        .......  187 

Lord,  we  listen  to  Thy  call.  Ancient.     .         .  91 
Lord,  whose  love  in    pow'r    excelling,  An- 
cient,          .......  89 


347 

Lord,    when  vre  bend  before  Thy  Throne, 

Carlinle, 
Lord,  while  for  all  mankind  we  pray,  Wex 

ford, 

Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright,  Montgo 

iiiery,  ....... 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling,  Wesley, 

Mary  to  the  Saviour's  tomb,  Newton,     . 
May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour,  Newton, 
Messiah !  at  thy  glad  approach,  Logan, 
Mercy,  O  Thou  Sou  of  David,  Newton,  . 
Mighty  God!  while  angels  bless  Thee,  Robin- 
son,      

Mine  be  Zion's  habitation,  Ancient, 
Mortals  awake,  with  angels  join.  Medley, 
Much   have    we    sinn'd,  0  Lord,   and  still 
Ancient, 


HTMW 
92 

169 

245 
289 

120 
47 
67 

239 

19 

424 
67 

86 
My  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day,  Unknown,  175 
My  God,  I  know  that  I  must  die,  Schmolck,  .  408 
My  God,  I  love  Thee,  not  because,  Xavier,  .  284 
My  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  love,  Watts,  .  370 
My  God,  my  Life,  my  Love,  Watts,  .  .  293 
My  God,  my  King,  Thy  various  praise,  Watts,  298 
My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray,  Elliott  .  292 
My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys,  Watts,  .  303 
My  God,  the  covenant  of  Thy  love,  Dod- 
dridge,          174 

My  God,  when  at  Thy  throne  I  bend,  Lyte,  253 

My  God,  who  makes  the  sun  to  know.  Watts,  37S 

My  song  shall  bless  the  Lord  of  all,  Cowper,  71 

My  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt,  Schmolck,      .  309 

My  Saviour,  on  the  word  of  truth,  Waring,   .  281 

My  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life,  Unkfioion, .         .  349 

My  spirit  lougeth  for  Thee,  Brydges,     .         .  243 

Nay,  I  cannot  let  Thee  go,  Newton,       .         .  3.50 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee,  Adams,         .         .  3o7 

No  blood  of  bird  or  beast.  Watts,          .         .  15 

No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more,  Watts,  .  259 

Not  f  )r  the  pious  dead  we  weep,  Barhauld,  .  225 

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes.  Watts,  .         .         ,  305 

Now  at  the  Lamb's  high  royal  fe&st.  Ancient,  125 

^ow  gird  your  patient  loins  again,  Croswell,  54 

Now  let  our  voices  join,  Doddridge,       .        .  305 


348 

HTMH 

Now  to  Thine  altar,  Lord,  Beddome,      .         .271 
Now  to  the  haven  of  Thy  breast,  Wesley,       .     329 

0  come,  let  us  raise,  Montgomery,          .         .  203 

O  come,  my  partners  in  distress,  Wesley,         .  274 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness,  Williams,  198 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing,  Wesley,     .  17 

0  God,  by  whom  the  seed  is  given,  Heber,    .  5 

O  God  of  mercy,  God  of  might,  Kehle,  .         .  181 

0  God!  our  help  in  ages  past.   Watts,  .         .  75 

O  God,  to  Thee  we  raise  our  eyes.  Unknown,  336 

O  God,  unseen  yet  ever  near.  Unknown,        .  178 

Oh  God,  creation's  secret  Force,  Unknown,    .  375 

Oh,  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love,  Wesley,      .  280 

Oh!   for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God,   Wesley,  .  316 

O  hallowed  Head !  compelled  to  bow,  Lyte,  .  107 

O  happy  day,  when  first  was  pour'd,  Ancient,  76 

O  help  us,  Lord — each  hour  of  need,  Milman,  94 

Oh!  timely  happy,  timely  wise,  Kehle,         .  361 

'O  hither!  ye  faithful.  Ancient,      ...  66 

O  Jesus,  Lord  of  heavenly  grace,  Ancient,     .  360 

0  Jesus,  source  of  sanctity,  Ancient,     .         .160 

O  Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain,  Wesley,     .  100 

•O  lead  me  to  the  Rock,  Watts,       .         .         .332 

-0  Lord,  behold  before  Thy  throne,  Unknown,  209 

'O  Lord,  how  vile  am  I,  Unknown,          .         .  248 

O  Lord!  my  best  desire  fulfil,  Cowper,  .        .312 

-O  Lord,  Thy  counsels  and  Thy  care,  Unknown  353 

0  Love  Divine,  how  sweet  thou  art,  Wesley,  290 

O  Love,  thou  fathomless  abyss,   Wesley,         .  266 

O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem,  Quarles,       .         .  425 

O  mighty  is  the  power  of  prayer,  Lyte,          .  244 

'One  Name  above  all  glorious  names,  Kehle,  .  8 

One  sole  baptismal  sign,  Rohinson,         .         .  22 

Once  the  angel  started  back,  Bp.  Williams,  113 

Once  more  the  sun  is  beaming  bright,  St.  Am 

brose, 359 

Once  more,  0  Lord,  Thy  sign  shall  be,  Doane,  55 
-       .    -  gQ 

413 
81 


On  Jordan's  bank  the  Baptist's  cry,  Ancient, 
On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand,  Stennett, 
On  the  mountain's  top  appearing,  Kelly, 
O  sacred  Head,  now  wounded,  Gerhardt, 

tr.  hy  Dr.  Alexander, 
0  Saviour,  leave  us  not  alone,  Ancient, 
O  sinner,  bring  not  tears  alone,  Ancient 


106 

84 
88 


349 

HTMN 


O  Thou  by  long  experience  tried,  Guion,      .  310 

O  Thou  from  whom  all  goodness  flows,  JIawes,  330 

O  Thou  who  didst  prepare,  Tonna,        .         .  222 
O  Thou  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith,  Top- 

^<^<V. 264 

Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  He  breathed,  Lyte,  139 
Our  God  is  Love,  and  all  His  saints.  Unknown    295 

O  Wisdom,  who  o'er  earth  below.  Ancient,  49 

O  Zion,  when  we  muse  on  Thee,  Kelly,         .'  275 

Pain  and  toil  are  over  now,  Ancient,    .        .114 
Peace,  doubting  heart,  my  God's  I  am,  Wes- 
ley,       267 

Pleasant  are  Thy  courts  above,  Lyte,     '.         '.  33 

Plung'd  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair.  Watts,       \  13 

People  of  the  living  God,  Montgomery,         .  25 
Pour  out  Thy  Spirit  from  on  high,  Montgo- 

"tnery, .         .  190 

Prostrate,  dear  Jesus !  at  Thy  feet,  Stennett',  252 

Quiet,  Lord,  my  froward  heart,  i\re«;^on,        .  813 

Redeemer,  now  Thy  work  is  done.  Unknown  136 

Rejoice  !  rejoice !  believers,  Laurenti,  .        .  63 

Return,  my  roving  heart!  vetnrn,  Doddridge,  87 
Ride  on  I  ride  on  in  majesty,  Mihnan,  .         .96 

Safely  through  another  week,  Newton,  .         .  376 
Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing,  ^mes- 

ton,      ....,.,  Qgg 

Saviour !  in  mercy  hear  the  sighs,'  Unknown,  374 

baviour!  once  to  Thee  presented.  Unknown,  337 

bee  the  ransomed  millions  stand,  Conder  62 
Send  out  Thy  light  and  Truth,  0  God,  Mont- 

goinery,        .         ,         .         .         _  igo 
Send,  Lord,  Thy  light  amid  th'   encircling 

gloom,  Lyra.  Apost 39I 

Servant  of  God,  well  done,  Wesley,         '.         '.  226 
Sing  Hallelujah ;  sing,  i/b^i^^o^nery,       .         !  172 
Shall  Simon  bear  the  cross  alone,   Unknown,  341 
Shepherd  of  souls,  refresh  and  bless,  Mora- 
vian,    gg 

Show  pity.  Lord  ;  0  Lord,  forgive.  Watts,     .  247 

Source  of  light  and  life  divine,  St.  Gregory,  363 

Sow  m  the  morn  thy  seed,  MontgotJiery  217 

30 


350 

HTUK 

Soon  and  forever,  Monsell,    .        .         .        .279 

Spirit  Divine !  attend  our  prayer,  Heed,        .  148 

Spirit,  leave  thy  house  of  clay,  Montgomery,  229 
Spirit  of  Light  and  Truth,  from  Thee,  Un- 

knoion, 189 

Spirit  of  Truth!  on  this  Thy  day,  Heher,       .  UO 

Spirit  poured  on  Pentecost,  Unknown,   .         .  146 

Stand  th'  omnipotent  decree,  Wesley,    .         .  422 

Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord,  Montgomery,     .  36 

Stand  up  my  soul  thy  fears  dismiss,  Watts,   .  138 

Strive  for  the  way  is  strait,    ....  236 

Sweeter  sounds  than  music  knows,  Cowper,  68 

Sweet  the  moments  rich  in  blessing,  Beatty,  109 

Sweet  is  the  work  my  God  my  King,  Watts,  45 

Sun  of  my  soul !  Thou  Saviour  dear,  Kehle,  372 

Tarry  with  me,  0  my  Saviour,  Unknown,  .  398 
Teach  me,  my  God  and  King,  Herbert,  .  .  352 
That  great  day  of  wrath  and  terror,  Ancient,  420 
Th'  atoning  work  is  done,  Unknown,  .  .  131 
The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high,  Cowper,  326 
The  angel  comes,  he  comes  to  reap.  Heher,  .  419 
The  Church  has  waited  long,  JBonnr,  .  .  68 
The  darkened  sky,  how  thick  it  lowers,  Dod- 
dridge,          323 

The  dawn  was  purpling  o'er  the  sky,  Ancient,  117 

The  God  of  harvest  praise,  Mo7itgomery,         .  168 

The  hour  of  my  departure's  come,  Logan,      .  416 

The  heavens  declare  Thy  glor}'.  Lord,  Watts,  1 

The  Lord  ascended  up  on  high,  Ancient,        .  128 

The  Lord  descended  from  above,  Sternhold,  156 
The  Lord  is  risen  indeed,  Kelly,     .         .         .123 

The  Lord  is  King !  lift  up  thy  voice,  Conder,  307 
The  Lord  will  coufft,  the  earth  shall  quake, 

Heher,          ...                  ...  56 

The  morning  bright,  Unknown,      .         .         .  380 
The   moment   comes,    the    only   one,    Mont- 
gomery,      .......  412 

The  night  is   dark — behold  the  shade  was 

deeper,  Unknown, 104 

The  Saviour  stood  on  Olivet,  Unknown,         .  127 
The  sepulchres,  how  thick  they  stand,  Dod- 
dridge,          402 

The  Son  of  God  is  gone  to  war,  Heher,  .         .161 
The  voice  of  free  grace,  Thar  shy,  .        .        .18 


351 

BTMN 

The  voice  at  midnight  came,  Montgomery,     .  230 

The  winds  were  howling  o'er  the  deep,  Heber,  265 

The  stiirry  firmament  on  high,  Grant,  .         .  2 

There  in  peace  his  dust  is  laid,  Unknown,      .  22*7 
There  is  a  happy  land,  far,  far  away,    Un- 

known,        .......  214 

There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood,  Covrper,  16 

There  is  a  good  and  pleasant  land,  Old  Hymn,  414 

There  is  a  fold  where  none  can  stray,  East,  317 

This  is  the  day  when  Christ  arose,  Watts,       .  378 
Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  but  we  will  not 

deplore  thee,  Heber,    .•         ...  228 

Thou  art  my-hiding  place,  0  Lord,  Raffles,    .  328 

Thou  hidden  source  of  calm  repose,  Wesley,  262 
Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height,  Ter- 

steegen 287 

Thou,  whose  Almighty  word,  JfarWo^^          .  195 
Thou,  whom  my  soul  admires  above,  Watts,  .  343 
Thou  very  present  aid,  Wesley,     .         .         .  335 
Thousands,  O  Lord  of  hosts,   to-day,   Mont- 
gomery,     .......  400 

Though  I  walk   the  downward  shade,  Un- 
known,          411 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on.  Watts,       .  367 

Thy  mercy  heard  my  infant  prayer,  Grant,  333 

Thy  way  is  in  the  sea,  Fawcett,     .         .         .  275 
'Tis  by  Thy  strength  the  mountains  stand, 

Watts, 167 

To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope,  Cowper,      .  418 
To-morrow,  Lord,  is  thine,  Doddridge,  .         .371 

'Twas  the  good  physician  now,      .         .         .  397 

'Twas  on  that  dark,"'  that  doleful  night,  Watts,  177 

Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes,  Watts,          .  362 

Walking  on  the  winged  wind,  Montgomery,  171 
"Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night,  Bowrivg,     .  58 
Weary  of  wandering  from  my  God,  Wesley,  254 
We  come  not  with  a  costly  store,  Croswell,  .  80 
We're  travelling  home  to  heaven  above,  Un- 
known,      .......  238 

What  a  strange  and  wondrous  story.  Un- 
known,       .......  206 

What  sinners  value  I  resign,  Watts,      .         .  277 

When  daily  I  kneel  down  to  pray,  Taylor,   .  385 


352 

HYMN 

When  first  the  Spirit  of  our  God,  Kehle,       .  141 
"When  God  of  old  came  down  from  heaven, 

Keble, 142 

When  His  salvation  bringing,  Unknown,       .  204 

When  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God,  Cowder,  318 

When  I  the  holy  grave  survey,  Wallin,         .  122 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  claj^.  Gibbons,  .  219 

When  languor  and  disease  invade,  Toplady,.  399 
When,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  be,  Wedey, .         .314 

When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past,  Noel, .  331 

When  Spring  unlocks  the  flowers,  Unknown,  205 

When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise,  Steele,  .  270 
When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose,  Edmes- 

ton, 366 

When  thou  art  kneeling  down  at  night,  Un- 

knoion, 387 

Where   high    the   heavenly   temple   stands, 
Logan,        .         .         .         .         .         .         .135 

Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn,  Watts^  257 
Why  doth  my  Saviour  weep,  Unknown,        .  97 
Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die,  Watts,  409 
Why  should  the  cHildren  of  a  king,  Watts,  .  150 
While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun,  Newton,  77 
With  jo}'  we  hasten  to  the  place,  Moravian,  43 
Within  Thy  courts  have  millions  met,  Mont- 
gomery,      .......  42 

Words  are  things  of  little  cost.  Unknown,     .  210 

Workman  of  God  !  0  lose  not  heart,  Faher,  200 

Ye  Christian  heroes,  go  proclaim,  Unknown,  201 
Ye   hearts  with  3'outhful  vigour  warn,  Dod- 
dridge,          176 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord,  Doddridge,      .         .  62 
Yield  to   me,  now  for  I  am  weak,  Part  IL, 

Wesley, 246 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints,  Toplady,     .  324 

Zion  stands  with  hills  surrounded,  Kelley,     .  26 


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